No, you can't hide from the turning of the tide.

After a long day of working, then working on the garage a lot, I went to my friend Julia Patton's wedding. Running on fumes, I barely made it on time. I walked in just as they were seating the grandmothers. classy. It was a very traditional, formal and beautiful wedding at Scaritt Bennet. (or as anyone who has had to shoot a wedding in this gorgeous, but very dark chapel calls it...Scary Bennet.) Alice came in just a bit after me, and we held down the back-ish row with the other tardy guests. There was a moment of pause just as the wedding party had finished their procession. The doors closed...and we waited. Just when you begin to wonder, the doors flew open and a bagpiper began sounding the procession. I was so overwhelmed with the moment. He was heralding the bride's arrival...his playing was impossible to ignore; engulfing even. But it wasn't the point. Just then, Julia walked in, looking beautiful and teary.

As one who has shot approximately 47 more weddings than I ever thought I would, I've thought a lot about the matter. But, as with music, it changes when it's your work. After being around only musicians playing or talking about only music for an extended period of time, sometimes talking to someone about growing squash (or something equally as "normal") is refreshing. All this to say, I often think it odd when I'm shooting (or more often assisting) someone's wedding whom I have never met, how I'm regaurding thier wedding day. I may wake up a little late, throw on some compfy clothes that are often just dressy enough to not feel socially inappropriate. Shoot the wedding, be polite, hopefully eat some good food (because by this point you're starving), and call it a night. In the right months, you could be doing this a every weekend, often multiple times in a weekend if business is good. At almost every wedding, at some point I stop and think, "this is one of the most important days in this person's life", and wonder if I shouldn't revere that more.

Tonight I was not with out reverence. After the many many weddings that I've been to/in that Kevin Twit has pastored, I know a great deal of Kevin's wedding sermon. You would think I would have put some of that wisdom to use by now. But as Martin Luther knew before I...I needed to hear it again...because I live as though I've forgotten it.

After the reception, I went to my friend and former bandmate, Jason Harris' going away party. Jason's moving to Bloomington, IN to "see about a girl". Some of my favorite memories in this life thus far have included Jason and I'm going to miss him, but here's hoping for many more of those memories yet to come. I feel like I'm making a toast or something. ;)

Well, I'm getting sleepy. Consider this my Shabbat . (Subnote: Marva Dawn changed the way I think about the Sabbath. I don't always keep it with the dilligence I should, but now I love Sunday, and look forward to it like Christmas. Even more so when I'm so busy. You can feel the purpose of the day in all it's richness. sigh. I can't wait.)

I shall leave you with some pictures Rachel took of The Analogue Trust's first two completed shirt orders. (oh. yeah. LT and I started a print company for screenprinting tshirts and posters for those musician type friends in town. we call it 'The Analogue Trust') Good times. More to come.