Snapshots from my cousin’s wedding the Friday past. It was the first time I’d ever seen a presider, as they called the priest who officiated the ceremony, launch into a very extended and angry tirade midway through the occasion because people were talking and taking photographs.
Someone obviously forgot to remind him it was a wedding. It’s such a pity I’m only thinking of all the things I should have done now, when it’s way too late. But then again, isn’t that what they call hindsight? The wedding dinner was heaps more celebratory and joyous. The priest was not invited.
My brother, Josh, and I posing with our cousin, the bride.
Y and I with Jessie, my youngest sister. She insisted on the black and white.
