On our evening walk in Bluffs Park last night we saw these guys:

Photographing these guys:

See?

They chose the sere, seaside chaparral over the lush park lawns for their photos, the bride hiking in heels, the groom keeping careful watch over his new wife.

Later, at the bluff's farthest edge we found footprints, the smooth soles of the groom's polished shoes, the photographer's boots, the spikey imprint of the bride's stiletto, a tiny lizard peering in, already exploring the newest place to hide.