Wedding Season

The last month has put several thousand travel miles under my belt via the weddings of two delightful friends. Both events were beautiful and special and very different, although they both had barbecue (the only barbecue I’ve had in a year and a half). I took a bunch of photos. They might not be my best work with respect to technique (I broke my wrist between the first and second wedding, so I’ll pin some of the blame on the difficulty of operating with a brace), but I sure am glad I have them.

Here’s Anna’s reception at the Pecan Grove Pavillion:

Photos from Anna's wedding

And here’s Melissa’s in Mason, Texas:

Photos from Melissa's wedding

Above, the black and white portraits show the two sides of a serious conversation between Rachel (left) and Marjorie (right). Below them are Marcela and Marjorie (again) in a decidedly less serious moment. Below that and (left) are Marcela and Joaquin. On the right is a picture of Rachel I included because I like imagining a dramatic backstory for her involving the ominous, silhouetted cowboy. Next is a bit of camaraderie between Marjorie and the bride, followed by the least blurry out of the pictures of the three of us that were taken by a fellow wedding guest. Finally, the view from the back porch of the old ranch house where Chapman and I stayed.

Melissa and Nick dancing, in perpetuity

Melissa and Nick twirl forever (and one guy swigs a beer over and over).


Where California keeps its ice

We went to Lake Tahoe at the end of January. For about 21 hours. We didn’t really have time for a trip, but we wanted to look at snow for a minute since it was supposed to be relatively nearby (snow is a pretty exotic concept for Texans, and “weather” in general doesn’t really seem to happen in San Francisco).

Nero saw snow for the first time, and we were all very, very cold. Noses (at least human ones) were red. Paws had to be frequently de-iced. Clothing choices were regretted. The check engine light came on in protest.

We drove through Donner Pass with the late afternoon sun low in the sky, which was beautiful. It would be an especially devastating place to resort to eating human flesh for survival.


Shots from Lake Tahoe




the road to Lake Tahoe






Like many posts, this is old news. I’d apologize, but you’re used to it, right?

If you’re wondering: we stayed at this Airbnb in Carnelian Bay, and it was great. It also cost us about a sixth of the going rate for a hotel room in the area.