As a photographer, not a bride, lol, don't go getting any ideas. I'll post a write-up (AND MOAR PICTURES) later because oh my god, editing these is such a time-suck and I need to get them out. BUT quickly, some notes:
→ IT WAS VERY HARD.
→ My dad's cousin's wife Tracy (learn the name, she will become prevalent in this journal, I suspect) who is also a (REALLY FUCKING GOOD) photographer is a HUGE FUCKING HELP and I love her so much, seriously. She met me for lunch the day before and told me everything she knows, even made a schedule for me. The amount of people who believe in me and my art blows my fucking mind daily.
→ I THOUGHT I BROKE MY CAMERA, it fell out of the back seat of the car and the lens CRACKED but it was only a UV filter, thank GOD.
→ The ring-bearer was adorable.
→ The church was dark and small and the priest said we weren't allowed to use flashes so I freaked out. Also there were ugly papers and shit all over the walls ugh ugh I wanted to rip them all down they looked so bad.
→ I had lenses and a flash I've never used before in my life. LOL. "Jump. ♥"
OKAY, GOD, ONTO PICTURES:
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I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO POST, I'm sorry I'm so behind on f-listing too. :( I hate this but I can't complain because it's all good things, and I keep telling myself that things will die way down when winter comes.