My husband was a groomsman for a friend this weekend. There was a professional photographer covering the ceremony and reception, but I took some photos of my own. It turns out I have some odd ideas of what constitutes wedding photography.
This is one of the houses on the property where the wedding was held. We were told it dates back about a century and a half. Yes, that’s chinked log construction.
This one I took because I loved how clear it made it that this was a joint project. The chisel marks on the top log are so very different from those on the bottom.
This wreath started as pure decoration. Some bird decided that the art should become practical.
There’s a summer kitchen on the back of the house. I suspect that this old rock structure was previously a summer kitchen, when more cooking was done here. I had to catch a picture of the sunlight in the leaves.
Slanted sunlight caught me again at the reception.
Husband, with kilt and bear. Because who can refrain from taking that picture.
Head table with stuffed moose head. Again, how could I not?