On a Wednesday afternoon in late Springtime, a place called Driftwood Shed on the banks of the Shoalhaven River played host to two wonderful women, their Wedding Celebrant, and the rest of us assorted folk, family and friends.
First came Michelle stepping out of a rusted out old Holden (called Harry) with more character than you can poke a stick out. Dressed in a white three piece suit, looking like she could control the way of the wind and the rain with the wink of an eye. Beautiful style. Through the gates, down the aisle, huge white balloons blowing horizontally. Excited guests, glancing skywards, with worried expression and one hand to the umbrella.
Amanda then floated out of an a stretched white limo, in her elegant white flowing dress, everyone anxiously awaiting. Looking towards her. Breathtaking. To the sky - it was looming. Their beloved pooch stretched at his lead. I strategically halted my photographic engagement, for options to shelter me from the impending storm.
Then amidst the glory and the wonder, with all the elements chiming into the occasion, I’d somehow forgotten about my blue rain jacket. Before me in every direction, I now only sensed joy and celebration, love and achievement. We’d all triumphed over the trivial nature of wind and rain. And so the wind and rain simply stopped before it began.
Amanda and Michelle got hitched. We all stood there or sat there and soaked up how good it felt. The celebrations kicked into another chapter with food and drink. And then into another chapter inside the shed itself for more celebration. Before sit down dinner and speeches etc in the marquee, that like everything else had the most sublime styling touches everywhere you looked. And then there was more celebration, with birthday wishes, and dancing, and cake cutting. And more fun, as the most eye splitting sunset graced the horizon.
Yep, it was that good! And more. My warmest congrats to these lucky people. Love is everything!
- Dean aka CloudFace