Weekend Pundit Wedding, Part 1
Here’s the first part of the Weekend Pundit wedding pictures, which is enough to take us through the ceremony. Each one of these is a thumb, visible, which in a few cases will also be a cropped portion of the full picture. The thumb links to a 400 pixel wide version of the full picture. A text link below will go to an 800 pixel wide version, which in most if not all cases is much better than trying to use the small one, bandwidth or not.
Who is the older guy in almost every picture, usually right between the bride and groom like a third wheel? I have no idea. I didn’t realize I was getting him at the time, and unless he was somehow in charge of the function facilities or something, I see no reason for him to have been behind the “altar” so to speak.
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Left is a shot of the crowd to theleft of where we sat. Larger version
Right is a shot of the crowd to the right of where we sat. The guy hidden in part by roses, behind the DJ table, was enough of a Jeff Soyer lookalike to make us both do double-takes. Larger version
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The groom and his best man brother, ready and waiting.
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The lovely bride enters, escorted by her cool son, and now everyone is in place.
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The wedding ceremony taking place with no panic or objections.
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The wedding ceremony continues. Nobody has fainted or turned heel and run.
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The view beyond Deb and Sadie, and the best man and matron of honor, all looking on.
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The ceremony reaches its culmination…
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Yay for being married! I wonder if they’re feeling smug yet.
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Presenting the newlyweds, and the whole happy family.
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A nice look at the whole wedding party.
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This was a gorgeous place for a wedding/reception. It’s a place called The Italian Farmhouse, in Plymouth, NH 4 3.5 miles east west of I-93, exit 24. Out back they have an actual greenhouse, available part of the year for functions. I was telling Deb it’s about the same size as the greenhouse at my high school, where I took four years of horticulture. Except that was full of benches and stuff.
The food was excellent, and I wouldn’t mind going to the restaurant itself sometime if I’m in the area long enough.
Anyway, more at some point, picking up where this leaves off. There are more “crowd shots” and some pictures of people dancing, wedding cake, that sort of thing.
Nice pics!
Posted by DCE on 06/08 at 09:52 PM
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