Mother/Son Dance

After being an unofficial, tertiary photographer at a few weddings, I promised myself at my brother's wedding that I would not be the photographer in any way. It seemed that the hired staff was quite on top of things anyhow.

I did take a few shots, but not many. My nerves for my brother's wedding toast were such that I could not really operate anything mechanical or otherwise. As it turns out, the toast was well received, and probably the best speech I'll ever give. If I can manage it, it'll be the last, though, with a good friend's wedding coming up in August, it seems that hope will end as quickly as it came.