Found on the Internet: Marital bliss

Mm. Hi, peoples.

It's a great gloomy miasmal evening tonight. Brr, shudder shudder. The kind of night that inspires ghost stories and paranoia around the campfire. It explains the smell of woodsmoke that hung in the air around the office before I left tonight.

I'm kinda pondering life and everything this week. On my other blog I wrote:

I've been in a really weird headspace all week and I'm sort of figuring out where I stand. It's that just-landed-sea-legs syndrome; you hit shore, think "thank god, land! stability!" but it throws your equilibrium off, and now you're even shakier. We were talking earlier about how, when you finally get the right job or something, you finally have that huge load off your shoulders and suddenly you're emotionally available enough to process and deal with all the emotional baggage you've collected during the hard times. Everything swells up and you start percolating. That's been what's been goin' on in my rusty old noggin for the last month. Time of reckoning or something.

So instead of traipsing through the innerworkings of my psyche for all to see, I thought I'd enlist the help of a photographic cop-out.

I stumbled upon this brilliant link in which a professional wedding photographer tells the story of this absolutely fantastically romantic proposal made by an average joe to his woman. A rainy day in Central Park. They seem to have orchestrated everything but still surprised her. Looks just wonderful. Here's just one of many terrific "story-filled" images shot on that occasion. If yer gonna propose, you know, maybe it's a thought...