I was at my niece’s wedding last night (which was beautiful and a lot of fun and a good time was had by all, and so on, and so on), when I glanced up and thought…hey…the reflections from the overhead recessed lights in the windows kind of look like they’re a fleet of advancing UFOs.
Yes, because that’s the first thing I think of.
So I pull out my camera, snap a shot and have a giggle. The lighting in the room lent itself to the whole “kitschy alien invasion” thing because overall the room was dimmed for dancing, and the walls were splash-lit with crazy pink lights. Perfect, right? Ed Wood would have knocked himself out to film in a room like this. If he could have afforded color film. Anyway.
Then I looked at my brother, who is…oh, what’s that word? Oh, right! A ham…and said, “Hey, Chris. Aliens are coming. Point!”
In all seriousness, I love this picture like it’s frickin’ oxygen.
Maturity is overrated.