Few personal changes rank higher than marriage. The weddings at City Hall offer tremendous variety, but they do seem to have a few things in common. First, comes the waiting for either the bride or groom. And with the waiting comes the nerves. And my, how those nerves come.
One way in which City Hall weddings differ from each other–the dresses. Most wedding dresses I’ve seen come in white, but one Christmas in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, my family and I blundered into a small procession led by a woman in a fire engine red gown. As it happened we were more than welcome to join in the little parade, but we peeled off after the bride stopped at the church door, took a deep breath, and walked inside. Blue also seems an acceptable color.
One other thing that weddings have in common is of course the wedding photographer, trailing behind the party or arranging compositions.
Wedding photographers cannot have an easy job. How many original angles are there?
I imagine these were not the shoes the bride wore, but those shoes must have felt very uncomfortable. Curious–I don’t know whom she married. Might have been the gentleman on the right holding the purses.
What all weddings have in common–a kiss on the threshold of a new life.
Vonn Scott Bair