On August 15, in a tiny century-old church in rural Wisconsin last Saturday...there was a princess. Escorted by her father, my niece Steph, looking like the angel that she is, made her way to the altar, where her beloved stood.
From the balcony, an ethereal glimpse of the father of the bride embracing the groom. Family and friends looked on. I noticed many near me with tears in their eyes. Tears of joy, no doubt. Though I had a spot near the front and could have taken pictures throughout the ceremony, I chose instead to set the camera down and remain in the moment.
There will, I expect, be more of these types of photos floating about on Facebook in the coming days as people unload their digital files. If I see some as striking as the the ones that follow, I will snag them as time permits and post them here as well. And, like the rest of the eager family, I will await the work of the professional who was hired to capture all the wonderful moments of what took place near the highest point in Trempeleau County Wisconsin, and along the Mississippi River later that same night.
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Breathtaking!
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