Hwheeeeze. Hwhail

Shot my first wedding last evening. Confirmed that the last thing I want to do with photography is weddings. My brother's wedding. His wife's dad was too infirm to make the trip to Ontario (from BC). He, the father of my new official sister-in-law, was, by all stories, for most of his life an indefatigable piper. He could and would show up every- and anywhere with his pipes. Sadly, he no longer has the wind to play. The wedding was in an huge historical home, now B&B, and the bride (adult sons on either side of her) was piped down a main-staircase into the wedding. From the pipes was some tune, traditional to weddings so triumphant, but it being the pipes even I was choked up; it was a very emotional moment for the bride and her boys with the hwail of the pipes bringing father and grandfather to the place he couldn't be.

This piper, John, took up the pipes at age 58 -- "something I'd always wanted to do, so when I retired..."

Happy Robbie Burns Day, yesterday.

PS -- The D3 performed beautifully -- glad it knew what it was doing, as I did not!