Gold pails, lemurs, and ESP

A hundred miles off Antananarivo, a cacophony of lemur calls saturate the spongy jungle air. The animals swing wildly, vine to vine, branch to branch; like fast moving tendrils, they deftly latch and detach their way through curled paths that lead to ancient tree canopies bearing red, leathery fruits.

Meanwhile, five miles off Manila, Fruity shifts attention from lemur calls to the chrysalis of a wedding, unfolding into an unspeakable cathedral of pulchritude.

(Bzzzzzt. Ok, now how's that for an over-the-top segue? Ahhh, what rich blather for severely parched deserts of creative writing....)

And now, back to regular programming....

Sometimes, little miss flower girl has to be coaxed by Mummy dearest to take the offerings to the right destination. In this case, she has to be, uhm, bodily carried to the altar.




Little gold pails Fruity lurves



She has seized the day!



There are many things that transpire publicly between bride and groom that friendly witnesses, no matter how physically, visibly close, will never notice. Thus, we rely on the millisecond accuracy of cameras to capture moments raw.






Portable conversation... carried over to a banquet in the woods. Congrats F + I!