I emailed our friend Ben some pictures taken very late in the night at our wedding. They’re essentially two versions of the same scene, taken by two different photographers a few minutes apart. Here was Ben’s take on the two shots:

Those photos are wonderful. In the first one, we all look beautiful, the golden era, the summer of ‘69, rosy memories of times gone by. In the second, we all look like full-bore-louie tweakers, each of our heads resembling weird and perverted vegetables straining to hear some expletive addled story.

He’s right, of course. What a difference a flash can make.