Showing posts with label Weddings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weddings. Show all posts

Sunday, July 11, 2010

EMPS: We Are Gathered Here Today...

Well, that's convenient! Boy, do I ever have a lot of pictures for Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot #97: Gatherings! Two weeks ago yesterday, a few hundred people gathered for the wedding of Terri Renier to Father John Smith, the rector of the Episcopal Parish of St. Michael and All Angels. And I, for the first time in my life, was the wedding photographer! I was severely under-qualified, under-prepared and under-equipped, but I did my best. I took nearly 500 photos that weekend using two different cameras, spent many hours editing what I had, and just this morning presented Terri with a data DVD containing 385 images.

"380! Karen, you're out of control!" Terri said.
"I know," I replied.

Here are a few of the better shots:

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A little girl arrives in her wedding best.

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The church is filling up!

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This little boy is at his first wedding.

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Relatives of the bride watch for the procession to begin.

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Terri with her father and uncle.

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Flower girl and baby ringbearer.

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Bishop Kirk Smith (no relation) presided.

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The wedding is a family affair.

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Just married!

I had a horrible time with inadequate lighting, which led to seriously grainy images when I tried to use my own camera in the church. I used a tripod for the rehearsal, but it didn't help much, and at one point I tripped while getting up from a kneeling position and slid onto on the floor! For the wedding itself I was able to borrow someone's professional grade DSLR, but I had no special lighting and no time to learn to change any settings if needed. Suddenly at the end the good camera decided it wasn't going to focus at all. I don't know why, but assume I knocked some setting off of where it had been.


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The rehearsal was a more laid-back gathering.

I was able to edit out the graininess on many of my wedding rehearsal photos with an auto de-noise tool, but that meant losing detail on the faces. Good thing the happy couple is so forgiving, because I certainly did not manage professional-quality results!

Karen

Friday, May 15, 2009

Weekend Assignment #267 : 30 Years Ago

I actually posted a completely different Weekend Assignment earlier today, but for reasons you'll see next week, I was jumping the gun with my topic. Starting over:

Weekend Assignment #267: On Tuesday, John and I will have been married to 30 years. If you're old enough to remember the late 1970s, please tell us what you were up to way back then. If not, pretend I asked about the late 1980s. If you're too young to that, I'll be very surprised, but go ahead and tell me about your life in the late 1990s!

Extra Credit: What, in your opinion, was the best thing about the 1970s, if anything?

May 19th, 1979 was exactly one week after my supposed graduation from Syracuse University, and my last day as a resident of metropolitan Syracuse, NY. I had been living in a studio apartment in an old house on Westcott Street, with a puppy named Jenny and a perpetually large phone bill from calling John in Columbus Ohio. Although I'd attended graduation the previous Saturday, I actually had four or five incompletes in my courses, all in my major, English. I later completed the requirements for the Romantic Lit course, only to discover, years later, that the professor never turned in the revised grade before retiring.

In 1979, I was completely stuck on my first novel, still called The Tengrem Sword; I couldn't seem to break through past page 70. I had been dieting my way into the wedding gown my friend d was making from a Middle Ages-based pattern. I allowed myself one Hershey bar a day, and yes, I still made my weight goal.


This was on our honeymoon, in 1979.
John was in town in the run up to the wedding, and so were my mom and John's mother and sister. The rehearsal dinner was at Faegan's Pub, which specialized in quiche and salad. I no longer remember whether it was on the wedding day or the day before that someone's car was accidentally locked with the keys inside. I was the one who calmly phoned a locksmith.

Music at the wedding was Mozart, played on an organ. I don't think there was music at the reception. If there had been, it would have been the Beatles, the main area of musical agreement before John and me.

After the reception we drove off in John's 1964 Ford Falcon van, which had a leaky transmission. Our honeymoon was spent at rainy state parks in New York and maybe Pennsylvania, trying to light a campfire. One of the stops was the grave of Samuel Clemens as you can see to the right. The denim jacket was my big purcase that spring. I arrived at the reception with this jacket over my wedding dress.

Good times.

You know, culturally, I was never that fond of the 1970s. I hated disco, the Beatles didn't get back together, and the clothes and hair...well, I did like my light blue jeans with all the extra pockets, but that's about it. I suppose the best thing culturally was the return of Star Trek as a series of movies, even if the first one was a bit of a dud, and the first Star Wars film. For me personally, though, the best thing was going to a writer's workshop in 1977, meetings a guy there, and ending up married to him less than two years later!

How about you? Do you have any personal or cultural memories of the era, or the decade after that? Tell us about it in your blog along with a link to this entry, and then leave a link to your entry in the comments below. I'll be back in a week with excerpts from your responses. Like this:

For Weekend Assignment #266: TV That Mattered, I asked whether there was a tv show from your childhood that you remember especially fondly. Here are excerpts from the replies.

Pat (DesLily) said in comments...

my son saw the new [Star Trek] movie and said he was very pleased with it! This from a big original trek fan (plus all that followed).

by the time Trek came on tv I was already married with kids! In my day the only thing kids got to watch were mainly westerns like the Lone Ranger and Gene Autry.


Florinda said...

WKRP in Cincinnati made me want to work in the radio business. I thought I wanted a program-director's job like Andy Travis', but I think what I really would have liked was a position more like music director. WKRP was one of the first shows I remember that used current, recognizable music regularly as part of the show, but its selections weren't entirely true-to-life - many of them were much more likely to turn up on music-focused FM stations than on AM ones that still included farm reports in their programming. Obviously, my career didn't go in that direction, but my continuing interests in the business sides of both the radio and music industries can be directly traced to WKRP.


Julie said...

Star Trek is probably the obvious choice, so I'll skip that one and go for The Twilight Zone. That is one of the few prime time television programs that I remember from my early childhood, other than Gunsmoke. It was a show that stuck with me, though, and even as a child I appreciated the good storytelling.


Mike said...

One show I watched all the time, and still do, is M*A*S*H. Since this show was on forever I watched it as a combination of reruns and first run episodes. I clearly remember recording (on a Betamax!) the finale for my mom since it was her bowling night. I believe I was in eighth grade then, so it was okay to leave me alone, don't go calling the cops on her.

I'm still dangerously low on "guest professor" suggestions for these Weekend Assignments, so I ask again: please, please, please, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE email me some new ones. I warn you, I will continue adding another please to the previous sentence each week until someone suggests something. Save us from the invasion of the pleases!

Karen

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Adventures in Matrimony

After my musing last night about the limited opportunities for adventure in the real world (especially if you don't want to do anything actually dangerous or uncomfortable), I had an adventure today. It wasn't anything amazing, no talking dogs beneath a pink sky, no saving the world. But it was a rut-breaker at the very least, and something I've never done before.

I assisted at a wedding today.

I've known it was coming since last Sunday, but it was so much more than I signed on for. I thought I was just going to carry in the cross as I do most Sundays, and maybe carry a torch (candle) at a few points during the Mass. But no, I got to do a lot more. I was the lector for the First Reading (from the Song of Solomon), the Psalm (Psalm 67), the Epistle (Colossians), and the Prayers of the People, matrimonial addition. I took the pail of holy water and set it on the altar, and the platen that held the wedding rings and set it on a side table in the sanctuary; I forget the name of that little table. And for the first time I was the chalice bearer as well, helping to serve communion.

*Song of Solomon 2:10-13 (Many waters cannot quench love)

*Colossians 3:12-17 (Love which binds everything together in harmony)

*Between the Readings, a Psalm, hymn, or anthem may be sing or said. Appropriate Psalms are 67, 127, and 128.*

I only messed up about three times. Rev. Angela tried to say something helpful during the psalm, and it just threw me off. I had to start it over. Then I lost the page for the Prayers of the People, and was distracted enough about that that I lost my place in Colossians for about ten seconds. And when I served communion, I was sufficiently thrown by my first-ever communicant being a little kid that I held the chalice way too low for the adult with the kid.

But it was good, and interesting, and fun. Aside from the little mess-ups and stumbles, I read well and with feeling, and I didn't make any mistakes in putting things away. One of the pieces our organist played was Bach's Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, the same piece to which I walked up the aisle 28 years ago. And when it was all over, the groom praised m reading, thanked me, and pressed an unexpected, folded $20 bill into my hand.

This was the fourth wedding I've ever attended, and the first I've been to at St. Michael's,et alone served at. It was Rev. Angela's first wedding officiation as well. I told her afterward that when I was a kid, I would sometimes say that I'd never done such-and-such before. My dad would say, "You'll never be able to say that again." Hooray for finding a new experience at the age of 50!

And it was Saturday, which means it was the day the next to last Doctor Who episode of the season aired in the UK. I'm really not going to get all spoilerish as we head into a top secret season finale, but check out Martha Jones from a key moment in "The Sound of Drums":

Martha Jones, Defender of the Earth

Looks pretty determined, doesn't she? From all that I've read, she's going to be the key to getting the Earth out of its latest scrape. Good for her! I'm actually not too worried about Martha getting through it. I'm nervous about the Doctor, though. There have been a number of ominous hints lately, and I hope I'm interpreting them wrong. That's all I will say for now.

But the episode had some fun moments. Harold Saxon was as funny as he was menacing, writer Russell T Davies disposed of last week's cliffhanger with a clever variation on "With one mighty leap...", and there was a truly chilling moment in which Saxon's wife dances to the music of disaster. And we got to see a certain planet again. Good stuff! And it all starts airing in the States right after the 4th of July, on SciFi.

Karen