Wedding Photos
Just as I promised, and only two weeks late!
While it really, really is great that I am not opposed to taking hundreds of photos, it really, really is a pain in the butt to go through all of them.
Every wedding should start off with fathers-in-law with guns. We shot a whole box of clay pigeons a few nights before the wedding as a nice and happy break from organza hell (and by "we" I, of course, mean "B's crazy Anchor Point family and the crazy family his sister just married into").
I held Lacey on my lap very, very tightly during all of the shooting. Not because she hated the sound of the shotgun, but because she loved the sound of the shotgun and wanted to jump off the cliff chasing the clay pigeons.
And every wedding should end with the bride and groom walking off into the sunset happily ever after, the bride freezing to death but who cares because she looks faboo, darling.
Hey! Look! There are more photos where those came from! But sadly, not one of my amazing sun-burnt cleavage.
Be thankful I'm not making you look at all 400 wedding shots.
