Last weekend I flew out to San Francisco to go to my friend Scott's wedding up in Anderson Valley. Boonville, CA is a beautiful little area, the next Napa they say. I learned a bit of the local dialect- Boontling- that teenagers at the turn of the century invented to be able to speak without being understood by their parents. So, I piked out to Boont for Scott and Christy's locking.

Scott in his finest for the Friday night party

Scott and Christy are photojournalists, so half the people there were also photographers. It was like a safari out there.

Christy

The party took place at an apple farm- here is one of the pink pearl apples
