The lighting really was timeless-- much like the sort he looked for in his own work. Weddings were always glamorous affairs, but the hitting the peak of Golden Hour was always an extra special treat.

Siegfried's smile grew a tad dismayed, and he cast his green eyes down at the veritable bushel of zucchinis that he has collected in his basket.

"Yes, that's right," he admitted sheepishly, looking like the picture of an All American farmboy that just wanted to tend to his vegetables. "I lost track of a vine under the deck... Some of those squashes are probably the size of a sword. You know, like the ones in those Nintendo games."