Last minute engagement photos

The summer of 2009 in New York City can best be described with a single adjective; rainy. It rained so much. Buckets, cats and dogs, men. I don't care much for the rain. I've never been a "curl up with a good book and enjoy the storm" kind of a gal. Days and days of rain make me grumpy and depressed and it was one of those summers.

To make matters worse, I had engagement photos to take. I'd been obsessing over these photos since the occasion of the engagement itself, which, if you are a reader of this blog, you already know. See, I had the photographer. The wonderful, talented and amazing photographer. The photographer with whom many of my female guests and my very own mother, would fall a little bit in love with at my wedding... (My mother announced to me over the phone just the other day that, if she happens to ever get a dog, she will name it Agaton, because "he is just such a wonderful and special man, I'd want to memorialize him." She's an odd one, my mother). Anyway, it all came down to finding a day. That turned out to be the hardest part. After a number of rained out sessions, we finally got down to business, the weekend before the wedding. It wasn't conventional timing, but it was a blast. And, I must say, I'm thrilled with the results. I couldn't convince Mr. Diagnosis Deferred to join me for a costume change, but I did get him to traipse through the city with minimal complaining. He hated that people were "looking at us," which of course, was my favorite part, besides the costume change. Here are some of my favorite shots. All courtesy of the phenomenal Agaton Strom.