My sister and her husband flew in from Colorado, which was having one of their worst snow storms this season. They nearly didn't make the wedding. Gladly, their flight was not one of those cancelled.
Hooray! Let's serve up some (non-alcoholic) carbonated apple juice! Oh, about now you're probably asking just where are those official wedding shots? They're not out yet, they'll be viewable elsewhere. This is only part one. Stay tuned, m-kay?
A day earlier, and before we might have accidently broken the resort's wine goblets with our drunken enthusiastic and celebrational mood, I thought it good to take the requisite ring shots when I knew there was a low sun. Her ring is obvious. Mine, not as much. It is directly below. The rose would later become part of a boutonnière. To get that perfect glint off the diamond, I shot over 65 pics.
