First Dance Light

George was helping me test some light this evening (very reluctantly, but helping nonetheless) and I caught him being a rock star.  Rock on, husband. shooting into the strobe PS: Yes, it's Saturday night.  I could give some excuse, but the fact of the matter is, I've had a lot more exciting Saturday nights since I started photographing weddings.  If I don't have one, I'm probably at home reading with the beau.  (Read: Watching Star Trek, playing with my strobes and surfing the 'net while George studies.)  Hope y'all are partying it up and such!