The potato salad and California-grown fruit had turned cold while all the guests were old friends by the time Tamia and Cass made it to their wedding reception. But, all that was forgotten the moment Tamia emerged from Christine, their ‘67 Chevy Impala. Beauty has that power. Alas, Tamia didn’t catch any trout or grayling during her brief fishing expedition on the way to the reception. Perhaps that was good luck. Cleaning fish in a wedding gown has a unique set of challenges. Besides, she had snagged an even bigger trophy -- Cass.
It is well known that her wedding is every girl’s Cinderella moment -- a once in a lifetime event (we always pray for that) when all eyes are drawn to her. Grooms are useful to set the scene, more like the clasp on a pearl necklace, but the central focus is on the pearls, the bride. Only one other individual or group of individuals can lure the attention of guests from her radiance. No, not the mothers or bridesmaids. They, too enchant us -- dressed in their finest -- but the big disctractions are the flower girl and, if present, any stray babies at the affair.
Don’t believe me? Bring a little "critter" to a wedding and see what the attending ladies and even a few men do. Like compass needles aiming north on a Boy Scout camping trip, their eyes shift from the bride in all her splendor and fixate on that little one. Soon mother and babe are encircled with a bevy of females all cooing in voices one octave above their normal range. Oh those maternal instincts run strong.
Now that the day which set the gold standard for 2013 is over, the newly weds will soon be off for the most romantic of honeymoons -- dip netting for salmon. I bet every man who reads this envies Cass at his good fortune in chosing Tamia -- a gorgeous bride and passionate fisher girl.
For awhile we weren't sure if the groomsmen, Greg, Devon and Rick were going to relinquish Tamia to Cass.
Fortunately bridesmaids Diann and Chris and flower girl, Bella took command of the situation and so Cass and Tamia were united.
Tamia, Cass and Hayes make sure Ken spells Philo with a Ph on the wedding certificate instead of with an F as in Fallon.
Karen's camera kept drifting from Tamia and Cass to flower girl, Bella, and and her friend.
While Somerley with her mom, Jen also diverted attention from Tamia and Cass.
Who can blame Ken and Elizabeth Fallon for feeling so happy about adding the name Philo to the Fallon family tree.
Twenty four hours after the wedding, on July 4th, a chill rain fell on the Willow Creek crossing while fresh snow frosts high peaks in Hatcher Pass. Ooh, Tamia and Cass cut that one pretty close. Is this the beginning of fall or end of last winter?
It is well known that her wedding is every girl’s Cinderella moment -- a once in a lifetime event (we always pray for that) when all eyes are drawn to her. Grooms are useful to set the scene, more like the clasp on a pearl necklace, but the central focus is on the pearls, the bride. Only one other individual or group of individuals can lure the attention of guests from her radiance. No, not the mothers or bridesmaids. They, too enchant us -- dressed in their finest -- but the big disctractions are the flower girl and, if present, any stray babies at the affair.
Don’t believe me? Bring a little "critter" to a wedding and see what the attending ladies and even a few men do. Like compass needles aiming north on a Boy Scout camping trip, their eyes shift from the bride in all her splendor and fixate on that little one. Soon mother and babe are encircled with a bevy of females all cooing in voices one octave above their normal range. Oh those maternal instincts run strong.
Now that the day which set the gold standard for 2013 is over, the newly weds will soon be off for the most romantic of honeymoons -- dip netting for salmon. I bet every man who reads this envies Cass at his good fortune in chosing Tamia -- a gorgeous bride and passionate fisher girl.
Great post & great pics!
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Congratulations, it looks like great fun! I’ve always wondered what it’ll be like to get wed in a place like that. Such an intimate feeling! I am getting married next year in one of the nice little NYC wedding venues but there’s something special about being in the nature that you miss.
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