At this point, we really, really wanted to keep the pictures brief because everyone was quite distracted. We blew through a few configurations of the wedding party to keep things nice and quick.
We started with the groomsmen/brothers (with drinks in hand)—I don’t really know why Mr. Dragon is posing like that.
Then we called EVERYONE over for a nice-ish group photo”¦followed by the classic funny face picture.
We already had a bride/groom/groomsmen picture from the family shots, so we put together a bride/groom/bridesmaid picture to even things out.
The girls look admiringly at Mr. Dragon while I stepped away (except BM Ashley, who looked at him with disgust—he is, after all, going to be her brother-in-law soon!):
They did take a normal one, too.
Remember the heart-shaped glasses I gifted to the ladies? We had to take a picture with those.
Would you be surprised if I told you GM Jesse jumped in? Okay, so, I encouraged him, because I thought it was funny.
Don’t worry, we took a nice, normal photo for good measure.
Mr. Dragon and I didn’t do a lot of posed formals together. I had brought each of our respective newspapers all the way down to Brockville in the trunk of our rental, though, just for this:
Fraternizing with the competition! I emailed one of these over to my office the day after the wedding and came back after our honeymoon to find it posted on the wall.
I had a really brief discussion with Rozy before officially releasing our wedding party from photo duty—together we determined we could probably fill in any blanks during the reception, with candids or quick posed photos. I think we managed to get a lot of those shots, without having to force people to stand around any longer while they were chomping at the bit to party. For instance:
Little girls, with the umbrellas they thankfully didn’t have to use.
Me and Opie, comparing shoes.
SIL Melissa and soon-to-be SIL Ashley!
I missed this lady! P.S. My redneck wine glass snapped in half while I was drinking out of it shortly after this picture, but I didn’t spill a drop of red wine.
These people were some of the most important guests there. They all took part in getting the yard, tent, and little details put together. They were my wedding fairy godparents and they are awesome, awesome, awesome.
Suspenders are useful.
At one point I found myself miraculously standing alone”¦and I had no idea what to do!
Did we miss out on some shots by directing Rozy to just switch over to candid mode? Yes. Do we mind? I don’t think I really do. I thought for a while, after the wedding, that I wanted more couple shots of us, but really, we have a whole wedding ceremony’s worth.
We started dinner an hour late (which I didn’t realize, because the iPod we were using was still set to central time—I thought we were right on time!) and I can’t imagine having held people up even longer than what we did.
It also, finally, freed us up to eat, which we definitely did. That’s coming next!
Did you spend a long time taking photos? Was it challenging to keep everyone’s attention?
Did you miss a recap?
- Our journey begins with a bit of reflection on our wedding.
- We road tripped down Highway 11 to Brockville.
- Sadness came before our joy when we found out a family member passed away.
- We rehearsed, ate pizza, baked a cake, and hot tubbed!
- The girls got up bright and early for a hair appointment.
- We put on our makeup and did our nails while everyone else took care of wedding prep.
- I became a (nervous) bride, and with dress, accessories and makeup on”¦waited.
- Mr. Dragon shares his side of the story.
- Both of the Dragons were jittery, but we managed to get the wedding started.
- But”¦where was Mr. Dragon going?!
- Everyone made it up the aisle, and it was time for the ceremony.
- We sealed our vows with a kiss.
- Inside the house, we signed our license, and took a few relaxing breaths!
- After a rocky start, we breezed through family photos.
All images by Rozy Seitz. Those marked with an asterisk were edited, with permission, by me.
- Sioux Lookout/Brockville, ON
- Wedding Date:
- Mother of the BrideÃ¢Â€Â™s Residence