It’s true that Opera Boy and I save most of the bread heels. We freeze them and when the freezer gets too full, we have a perfect excuse to go to the beach. He gets a kick out of chumming for sea gulls. To his credit, he tries to do this away from the crowds. ;0)
If the beach of choice is Lincoln City, his first order of business is to buy taffy (alledgedly for the guys at work) and then we feed the gulls… enjoying the drama. After that we head to one of the places where we can fly our kites. Sometimes we get skunked… there are calm days at the coast more often than I knew before I had the kite habit.
When it’s calm, we walk. Watching the crazy-happy dogs and the slow progression of people weaving over the sand and sitting on the driftwood makes me happy. There are rock cairns and sand castles, feathers and shells and sea grasses. And sometimes, there are palm trees underfoot, right? Life is better with beaches in it.
Flanked by the bright pink Voodoo Doughnuts boxes, Matthew makes a bold correction… his opening cut had flipped a piece of doughnut onto the table and Suzanne’s look was enough to alter his original course. She started laughing and the crowd went wild! ;0)
Voodoo Doughnuts, like cupcakes and pies, are on the rise as legitimate wedding treats… they are certainly less formal than a cake and it’s interesting to see how people respond when the sweets are offered. With a cake, each guest will likely have a piece. One. With almost any other type of dessert, it seems like they will have at least two servings since multiple flavors are more obvious. Or maybe doughnuts and cupcakes make us revert to being kids again when one was never enough…. yeah, I think that may be the actual answer. ;0)
Happy to observe and share the culture of our times!
Ty and Lamar were still a little giddy from the wedding at the Academy Chapel and the marching band that took the crowd to the Brickstone Ballroom. As the guests went into the party, these two took a small detour to their favorite wine bar for a glass of champagne and a short breather… we stepped into the next room for a picture and Lamar said he wanted to play the first dance. Watching them, I don’t think it was a case of nerves about the ability to dance as much as it was a chance to really connect again before they were washed into the greater sea of friends and family waiting down the street.
A sweet break for some portraits is often an unexpected welcome on a jam-packed wedding day… I see it almost every time and my clients always comment on it, thankful for a chance to be together before the crowd… maybe you should keep that in mind when you sit down to plan your day. ;0)
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A year ago yesterday we had a lovely sunny day after a long stretch of wet ones…. I think it made us all a little giddy. When Drew picked her up and danced her into the field, there was a collective grin on the face of the crowd. Quilted love letters courtesy of Jac, the beaming bride. ;0)