Back in 2006 I was a semi-unofficial photographer (if that makes sense) at the wedding of friends. Most of the photos were the usual records of events (the official photographer did the important stuff), and with such a good group of people and an excellent environment (Aoraki/Mt Cook village), my job was relatively easy. I looked through the photos again recently, and this one amused me. It's a good lesson, too — this was actually after the ceremony, so the true story isn't as bad as the photo suggests (that's the celebrant on the right).
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At the (long ago) wedding of a friend her new husband made his speech at the reception and included the phrase: "I know she will halve my joys and double my sorrows." After some smothered mirth he amended it to: "I'm so sorry! Of course, I mean double my sorrows and halve my joys." After which he wisely gave up.
In vino veritas!
It's a very odd photo, can't really tell what might be going on.
That's a look we all have from time to time long after the ceremony.
P.E.A., that's brilliant. I hope he was wrong (both times). :^D
Zhoen, exactly. It's one of the reasons it appeals to me.
Robin Andrea, ha! I'm sure the gesture's universal, too.
There's a shot of my groom and I, taken from a vantage point behind and to the side of the priest, with my eyes wide open as if in fright. That's what everyone says, anyway. Truth is, my contacts were sticking and I was trying to get them to move. Never did I think something like that would be captured ...
Barbara, I can imagine that photo. I trust you're getting plenty of mileage from it — or maybe your friends are? ;^)
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