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that I got married to my best friend. :love: Weve gone through some ups and downs, but not once did I ever think I made a mistake. In fact, I think a happy long-term relationship is one of the things to be proud of in life.
When I first went over to his house, all he had in his refrigerator was film, and beer. And some Louisiana hot sauce. There was a ladder propped up in the kitchen, and inexplicably, a chain saw on the kitchen floor. :scratch: Definitely a guy place. He had an odd assortment of furniture, but I clearly remember admiring a poster of Atlanta, a night shot of the city with light trails from the cars. I asked where he bought it and he replied hed taken the shot. He brought out this funny little camera and went into great detail explaining this circa 1950s Rolleiflex to me. I didnt know an aperture from a hole in the ground back then, but his passion and confidence knocked me out.
I was a goner.
I was in the middle of a separation from my first husband and I really didnt need the complication, but he wouldnt go away. His friends were seriously advising him to back off and not get involved. He ignored them all and waited for me to sort things out. Once I did, I never looked back. :heart:
We were laughing at our wedding pictures the other day. Here are a few, so have a snicker on me:
Outside the little chapel, preparing to walk down the aisle:
At the alter
We had a couple nice portraits
And some moments of high cheese
Two drunken, but extremely happy, people
Thanks for the best twenty years of my life, Brad! Oh, and thanks for being the person who put a camera in my hand to help you at a wedding shoot, with these stern instructions: "Dont point it at people in front of a window. Ill explain later."
Poor guy; didn't know he was creating a monster. :mrgreen:
When I first went over to his house, all he had in his refrigerator was film, and beer. And some Louisiana hot sauce. There was a ladder propped up in the kitchen, and inexplicably, a chain saw on the kitchen floor. :scratch: Definitely a guy place. He had an odd assortment of furniture, but I clearly remember admiring a poster of Atlanta, a night shot of the city with light trails from the cars. I asked where he bought it and he replied hed taken the shot. He brought out this funny little camera and went into great detail explaining this circa 1950s Rolleiflex to me. I didnt know an aperture from a hole in the ground back then, but his passion and confidence knocked me out.
I was a goner.
I was in the middle of a separation from my first husband and I really didnt need the complication, but he wouldnt go away. His friends were seriously advising him to back off and not get involved. He ignored them all and waited for me to sort things out. Once I did, I never looked back. :heart:
We were laughing at our wedding pictures the other day. Here are a few, so have a snicker on me:
Outside the little chapel, preparing to walk down the aisle:
At the alter
We had a couple nice portraits
And some moments of high cheese
Two drunken, but extremely happy, people
Thanks for the best twenty years of my life, Brad! Oh, and thanks for being the person who put a camera in my hand to help you at a wedding shoot, with these stern instructions: "Dont point it at people in front of a window. Ill explain later."
Poor guy; didn't know he was creating a monster. :mrgreen: