A daughter's wedding

July 03, 2012  •  Leave a Comment

It doesn't happen to many.  

On June 4th this year I had the joy of walking my second daughter down the aisle.  How I wished the aisle had been longer!  It all happened so quickly.  At the top of the aisle her husband to be was waiting with the biggest smile.  I raised her veil from over her face and placed her hand in his.  And then I turned round and performed the ceremony!  As I said, it doesn't happen to many.  

That wasn't even the end of it - and I'm not referring to the father of the bride's speech.  I was also sharing the photography duties.  So from early morning at the house to sunset (and what a sunset it was) I was looking at my daughter's wedding through a lens.  I have a unique record.  How many of my photos make the final selection is a matter for the couple to decide.  Which ones are favoured for printing large, hanging on walls, setting on mantlepieces and coffee tables?  I'll have my own favourites, to be sure.  But more than that, I have my own, unique record - of the moments and emotions of the day.  I can re-visualise every shot.  I can recall what I was thinking at every release of the shutter.  I can still hear the noise and feel the perspiration!  And I'm glad for the day I first lifted a camera.

PS  I thought some might like to see her shoes!


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