Because it's just too charming when your earlier-married-years anniversary falls on the same day of the week when it all happened, we went to Loose Park. The weather was about the same; the tornado was the day before instead of after (because May 4, it turns out, is gorgeous), and I was wrong: there were two yellow rose hedges blooming, the sort of rose I can only describe as single-foliate and hardy, such as the type found growing up walls or along the highways where MoDOT planted them.
My camera missed a shot of the wedding wraping up at 3:30, but here are some of its usher-helpers carting a platform back to the trucks and interrupting the photos of some other wedding party. "Classic" black-and-white wedding was adamant about keeping other people from walking into their shots.
We don't look that much different after five years, we think.
Didn't get a shot of the brown satin wedding party posing for shots on the east edge of the park and getting on and off their limo-bus, but this guy, with his Nike ball cap, shades, and, importantly, long-standing interest in a fallen oak stick, proves that May 3, 2008 was a good one for all things brown.