Tabasco, mustard and wedding pictures delivered
At Abby's. Along with ordering breakfast, I finally delivered the pictures to her from the wedding of her and Andy's son Justin to Stephanie - way back in June. As I have stated many times, I am not a wedding photographer. Plus, the family of the bride had the final say on the matter and hired a real wedding photographer. Abby still wanted me to come and take pictures, so I did. Even though I had to hold back sometimes so as not to mess up the real wedding photographer, I am glad I did.
It was a exceptionally lively wedding, with the reception on the Mahoney ranch - and what a reception it was! Horses, dogs, kids running everywhere – swinging on ropes, exploring gigantic culvert pipes; there was moonshine and lots of happy, loving, joyous people who completely cut loose in a wild but perfectly peaceful and harmonious celebration. It would make a nice little essay for this blog, but I think it would take me at least a week to figure it out so I doubt I will ever post it.
I don't put mustard on my omelette by the way – but it just happened to be on the table when my iPhone found this picture without me even looking for it.