Otherwise known as “how our family portraits got photobombed.”
After our first look, we wanted to do parent photos, and then get all the photos of the two of us and the bridal party. We were hoping to be able to take some photos inside the library, but our photographers let us know that they’d talked to the people at the library and they’d said no, we could not take photos inside the library. Fine, oh well. We did decide that the outside steps of the library would be a nice place for family photos though, so we got set up and took a photo of us and my parents:
Then we shuffled around and got Cinnamon Buns’ two sets of parents up beside us”¦
And Angry Library Man told us to shoo! There was no one trying to exit or enter the building at the time, we would have been 3 more groupings of people, but no. So we went around the side of the building, and did group shots there.
Symmetry. Our bridal party has it. Shorties. Our marriage has two!
Then we really just got to play in the park, with two photographers trailing us. You know, the usual thing for a Saturday afternoon. Any time we got close enough to the road for people to see the big white dress, cars honked, which was fun. Another police car ”˜BLOOP’-ed at us. We separated for a brief time, and I got some photos with my ladies:
Oh what’s that? You want a close-up of the paper bouquets I made? I suppose I can indulge us both:
Worth every minute, every paper cut, every glued-together finger.
Then the guys looked dashing together:
Still shorter than Groomsman E, even standing on a step!
I sat on the ground a few times during the hour or so we were wandering around the park, and the dress did not suffer. I tried not to put too much weight onto the actual dress, so I wasn’t pressing it into the ground with my own body. In some shots I’m actually more hovering above the ground, supporting myself with my legs or arms. The advantage to a pouffy skirt is that you can’t tell where my legs are and what they’re doing! But the pouffy skirt needed wrangling every time, to look nice:
(photo above by my uncle Peter)
I needed a small herd of people to help me out on my wedding day. Couldn’t do up my own shoes, couldn’t wrangle all of my dress at once”¦ I could decide if I felt like I was 5 years old, and needed the help, or if I was a billionaire, and had hired all this help. I know I couldn’t have gotten through the day without it all, though! And it was nice to be out on the dance floor and say, “I need a water”¦,” and have someone run off with me actually asking the question. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
I swear that someone was hidden somewhere watching us and playing with these ground fountains. We were trying to get pictures with them, and they’d go really small. Then, we’d walk two steps away and OLD FAITHFUL WOULD ERUPT! It was hilarious, and we kept trying to figure out where they were controlled from, because I’m sure there wasn’t a pattern to them.
Then, as happens often in our group of friends, there was a sword fight.
Although our sword fight was much less cool than the sword fight at Groomsman E & Bridesmaid K’s wedding, because they had actual swords. And pirate costumes. And then the police came because someone reported that there were weapons being used in a public area.
The last two photos from our shoot in the park sum up the male half of our party perfectly:
I would say that picture #2 is their natural state.
At that point, we had taken a lot of photos, but also had a lot of time left before the ceremony, so we decided to change locations for some more interesting backdrops! I hadn’t really planned this portion of the afternoon very much because I just wanted to take advantage of whatever we came across or whatever the photographers thought up.
Did any of your wedding photos get photobombed? I want to hear more!
Unless otherwise noted, all photos in this post are by Fotograffika.
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