There are no bad weddings, but this one was especially special. Clare's brother is with the parks dept. so he had them make an entire beautiful park for them and then ordered up my favorite weather: nice.
It was the wedding brought to you by . . the past! At least according to the predominant photographic processes. This stash here was turned into, by reception time, just the greatest photo album. It made me a little sad to see how nice the B&W turned out, because it's not anything like the tones I get with my digital rig and I know I'm never going back down to my darkroom so I just have to live with it.
Tiffany, the Wyfe, and Marie. We picnicked afterwards and what a great idea that was to have that kind of wedding, where you picnic. Even picnicking without a wedding would be nice, I have decided.
The first walk. Eric and Clare have just the highest nice & cool factor of anyone I know, and you can't hope to match them because that would require trying and trying is not cool. You just go to their wedding and be glad they are your friends.
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It was such a lovely day. I'd dress up any day for a picnic. Good times. Oh, and the kites. It was all just very pleasant, wasn't it?
That's the word.
I think Cath set a record for world's worst kite flying, though. She looked like she was being chased by wrapping paper all over the park.
The frisbee throwing impressed me the most--I felt out of my league.
Looks like a sweet day!
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