It has been stated that you can take a guy out of New England, but you can never take New England out of the guy.
While I’m not exactly sure who said that, other than me, I can tell you that this time of year, more than any other, is when this rings most true. According to the calendar, September 22 is the autumnal equinox, ringing in the first full day of fall. To me, however, now that October is here autumn is in full swing. It is during the month of October that the days become noticeably shorter…it’s dark when I leave the house in the morning and my car’s headlights automatically illuminate during the drive home…the temperatures become cooler and less humid, the neighbors plant their chrysanthemums, the Halloween decorations begin to appear everywhere, the leaves start to slowly change from green to vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds, and we get to photograph our kids picking apples.
This will be my sixth autumn living in South Jersey, and while there are certainly pockets of fall foliage, the NJ Pinelands tend to be more dominated with a canopy of green that either stays through the winter or turns brown and sheds to the thick bed of needles beneath which Tony Soprano and his henchmen have been alleged to leave their victims. The bottom line is that it ain’t New England.
I like living in South Jersey. We have Philly pretzels, hoagies, water ice (go figure that one out), and cheese steaks to die for. We have Philadelphia, Atlantic City and the Jersey Shore. We have thriving urban culture surrounded by bucolic farmland that produces the world’s best tomatoes. We have, if you’re so inclined, the Eagles, the Phillies, the Sixers and the Flyers (If not so inclined, the wonder of satellite TV still lets us root for the Pats, the Red Sox, the Celtics and the Bruins). What we don’t have, however, is New England fall foliage.
As much as I like living in South Jersey, I miss living in New England. Don’t misunderstand…I’m very content and don’t have any regrets having moved here at all…especially now that I can watch the Pats on the NFL Sunday Ticket channels. However, I miss driving around rotaries rather than jug handles or traffic circles. I miss heading out to Revere Beach (pronounced Reevee-ah) to get fried clams and chowdah at Kelly’s Roast Beef (open 24 hours every day except Christmas and St. Patrick’s Day). I miss Fenway Franks and sausages on Yawkey Way. I miss Jim Plunket on Thursday nights at the Purple Shamrock. I miss getting ice cream at Kimball’s and picking pumpkins at Arena Farms in Concord.
Most of all, however, I miss the rolling hills and mountain sides filled with the earthy yet brilliant colors of fall in New England.
I guess having lived in New England for almost 40 years I took for granted the Monet-like masterpiece of nature that surrounded me every day. There were always experiences with “leaf peepers” behind whom a normal 10 minute drive through the Massachusetts countryside would take an hour. But now I understand why they would do it…come to New England to simply drive and look at leaves….now I get it!!
I’ve been very fortunate. I’ve traveled in the majority of the lower 48 states and Hawaii. I’ve been to Latin America, the Caribbean, Europe, Canada and the Middle East. I’ve hiked some of the grandest National Parks that our great country has to offer. But most of all I’m fortunate to have grown up and lived right in the middle of a gem that seems to only last for a few weeks…I miss that gem…I miss October in New England.
If you haven’t, you should try it…perhaps you’ll come away wishing that you, too, were a New England guy!!
Induced Hypoglycemia Ordering Pancakes
That was the motto at the local IHOP (International House of Pancakes) near my parents home in CT on Sunday morning….here’s the story…
It all started like a normal Sunday morning when the entire Kasper clan converges on Grammy and Poppy’s house. We all arrived Friday evening in time for a holiday meal and synagogue. It was Kol Nidre, the evening service of Yom Kippur, the holiest day on the Jewish Calendar. My brothers and I each brought our families to celebrate this solemn holiday with my parents. Our arrival in Ct was staggered, but by dinner time there were a total of 17 of us sitting around the table for our holiday meal.
I grew up in this house. We moved there when I was three, just before my brothers were born. Growing up it seemed big enough. None of us ever felt that our space was being invaded (except, of course, when we got our very first Atari game and Space Invaders was all the rage!!). However, put 17 of us in this house, and it gets a bit tight. Anyway – we packed as many of the cousins in bedrooms as we possible could, and Rachel and I stayed at a local Clarion Hotel.
This morning, when I woke up, I left Rachel in the hotel to sleep (aren’t I a good husband?!?!) and went to the house to help out with the morning craziness. As it turns out both Matt and Jake woke up with reasonably good blood glucose levels, so I suggested to my Dad that we all head down to the local IHOP for a special breakfast. Sounds good…we were off!!
Pancakes, as much as they look innocent enough sitting stacked neatly on the plate crowned with a big dollop of melting butter, are our worst nightmare!! As hard as we have tried, getting the bolus right has never worked. For the T1D parents out there, we have gotten very good at the home made kind….try the Fiber One Complete pancake mix…Follow the recipe on the box and 116 grams of pancake is 36 carbs. Because of the ingredients, and the ratio of carbs, protein, and fiber, we have found that a normal bolus works and the kids don’t spike or crash as a result.
IHOP, however, is an entirely different story. Those pancakes are supercharged with carbs that have always made the kids blood sugar skyrocket….high and fast….and then they come crashing down a few hours later just as fast. What we have found to work is the pre-bolus strategy. About 15-20 minutes before they eat, we bolus the pancakes…the advanced time for the insulin to work seems to be perfect, and a few hours later they don’t seem to crash. However there is one flaw in this plan….waitresses make mistakes!!!
So we’re sitting at IHOP having ordered a few minutes ago, and Grammy says “I’d better bolus now so that I don’t go to high later.” Imagine that…Grammy, Matt, and Jake all share the same strategy….great idea….we’ll do that as well!! We had ordered about 10 minutes before, and having been to may IHOP’s I know that it only takes about 20 minutes to make our order. No problem. Well, about 40 minutes after we had ordered the food (and reminded the waitress that we had been waiting for some time) my mother was so fidgety that her hands were shaking and her left knee was bouncing up and down at a rate of about 150 times per minute. Matt began to have a look of concern in his face, as though he knew that his blood sugar levels were dropping and was hoping as hard as he could that the food would arrive in time. Then there was Jake…his “whine factor” went through the roof, which is a clear sign that he needed to check….50!!! Bad news and no food in sight.
Our food arrived shortly after having advised the manager that either we needed to eat or there would be three diabetics each with an emergently low blood sugar. My mother and Matt began eating…clearly with a mission, but casually enough that they were able to enjoy the meal. Jake, however dove into his with a vigor that one would expect to see from a starving child who is eating for the first time in a week. There was only one problem…he opened his mouth and his eyes as wide as the plate, shoveled the pancakes into his gaping mouth, swallowed each shovel full without even chewing and then slouched over on the seat nearly unconscious. At the end of the meal, when we compared the time that we administered insulin to the time that the check stated that the order had been placed in the system, it was clear…the waitress had not put the order in.
We have been living with T1D for 6 years. I can honestly say that I can count on less than one hand the number of times we have had to deal with a situation like this. As much and as fast as he shoveled, his blood sugar would not go up, and his level of consciousness continued to go down. The reality of how this must feel to a person with T1D did not hit me until shortly after the ordeal had settled down and Jake was sitting on Rachel’s lap. Two things happened. First, Jake realized that in his frenzy to feed the beast called T1D, he had inadvertently swallowed a loose tooth….OMG, what was he going to tell the tooth fairy?!?! Second, he asked when he could have his pancakes…his level of consciousness was so low that he did not recall that he had just finished the entire meal in three bites!!
Jake is in bed now, and I told him that I would write a note for the tooth fairy so that she would appropriately compensate him for the incisor that now sits somewhere in his lower intestine. Here’s what my note will say:
Dear Tooth Fairy,
I know that you are very busy, and that there are many teeth for which you are exchanging a surprise tonight. The loss of this tooth, however, involves some very special circumstances which come with a very special wish. Unfortunately I am unable to tell you what those circumstances were because my blood sugar was too low for me to even remember. Therefore, rather than leaving me money for my very special tooth, I would gladly trade it for a cure…I’ll look for it when I wake up in the morning!!
While we are all very hopeful, I suppose I should go and stick $5.00 under his pillow before he wakes up!!
Inspiration Through Art (formerly known as The Little Heroes Project) is a non-profit organization that has gathered a network of photographers from around the country and connects them with families who have a child diagnosed with a significant, life-altering medical condition. The photographers work with the families to provide a free portrait session for the child and the family. I am privileged to be one of those photographers, and want to share one of my recent experiences.
Back in the spring, I was assigned to work with a family here in South Jersey who has a son, Kyle, who suffers from epilepsy resulting from a traumatic brain injury, and experiences frequent seizures. When I initially contacted his mother, Rose, to start the process we discussed one of the most important aspects of any photo shoot – location. Where were we going to do this shoot? Let’s get back to that later.
Rose explained to me many of the challenges that Kyle faces each day. She explained his seizures and his multiple hospitalizations. She explained the brain surgery that Kyle could potentially have that would help to stop these seizures, and without actually saying the words, throughout the conversation she explained what an amazingly supportive and brave family she has. Among the details that she provided me during our talk was that Kyle’s one true love (besides him mom, of course) is baseball. Now, back to the location discussion…Hearing this, and having heard the entire story of Kyle, I immediately thought we needed to get him in his element…let’s do the shoot at the baseball field. Rose thought this was a great idea, so I immediately did whatever anyone in my position would do – I contacted the Philadelphia Phillies and requested permission to take Kyle and his family to Citizen’s Bank Park so that I could do the photo shoot on the baseball field. That seems logical, doesn’t it?
When I first reached out to the Phillies, it was not easy. I do not know the owners, the senior management, the coaching staff or the players. So whom should I contact to help me get my foot in the door for such an unusual request about which “no” was not among the acceptable answers. With the help of a friend who works for Comcast, a company that provides Cable TV and internet services to much of the Northeast and who owns several of the local professional sports franchises here in Philadelphia, I was able to make first contact. I ultimately spoke with two incredibly helpful woman from the Phillies’ Community Outreach department, and after several phone and email conversations, I finally got the approval I needed. To be honest, although I wanted to provide Kyle with an experience he would never forget, I had not been hopeful that the idea would work. I was incredibly psyched when the Phillies gave me the ability to make that happen!! As an organization they are clearly supportive of giving back to their fan base, and on behalf of Kyle’s family, I thank them for their willingness to work with us! The next challenge was the timing. We had to pick a day that I was available, the family was available, the Phillies were out of town, and the weather was good…no problem!
Let me tell you a few things about Kyle. He’s a fighter! In fact, that is the one word that his parents used to describe him and how he fights his disease every day. Rose warned my that I shouldn’t be disappointed if Kyle doesn’t seem to be excited when we get to the stadium. She explained that he often does not show his emotion in that way. I can assure you that everyone at Citizen’s Bank Park clearly saw just how excited he was for every minute that we were there!
In the questionnaire that the family filled out, Kyle provided the following response:
Question: What makes you a hero?
Answer: After everything I go through I still have a smile and a hug. I’m a true fighter.
After our photo shoot was done I became one extremely fortunate photographer. I got one of those hugs from the valiant little fighter (and one from his little brother!!) who is very clearly one of my heroes! Here are just a few of the shots from Kyle’s phabulous Phillies photo shoot.
On September 11, 1960…
- The average new house house cost $12,700
- The average personal income was $5,315
- Gas was $0.22/gallon
- Barack Obama will be born 11 months later
- Bob and Joan were married!
50 years later, on September 11, 2010…
- The average new house house cost $235,000
- The average personal income is $52,029
- Gas is $2.59/gallon
- Barak Obama has become the 44th President of the United States of America (that’s a whole topic for another blog entry, another day!!)
- Bob and Joan celebrated 50 years of wedded happiness!!
On Saturday September 11, 2010 Joan and Bob gathered their family to celebrate their wedding anniversary. They brought together three sons, a daughter, two daughters-in-law, and seven beautiful grandchildren to celebrate a legacy that they started in 1960 – fifty years ago! In a small, intimate service, Bob and Joan renewed their vows to love, honor, and cherish….
Congratulations to Joan and Bob, as well as the rest of this beautiful clan, for having lived through “better and worse” for the past 50 years, and for having provided what seems to me to be a strong foundation for your future generations! I wish you many more wonderful years of health and happiness, and I thank you for allowing me to be a small part in your celebration!
I remember, and will never forget!!!
At UMass Memorial Medical Center every Tuesday morning we had our management team meeting for Worcester EMS. It would start promptly at 8:00 am and usually lasted the entire morning. On This particular Tuesday we had started our meeting. Sitting in the Emergency Medicine conference room when Alicia Galvin, Dr. Aghababian’s secretary come barging through the door to tell is that an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center.
She had to have been kidding!
We turned on the television just in time to see the second plane hit the building. She wasn’t kidding and our world has just changed forever.
This past weekend, Jews around the world celebrated Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. The Torah reading during Rosh Hashanah tells the story of God instructing Abraham to bring his son Isaac to Mount Moriah, to bind him up, and to sacrifice him as a showing of Abraham’s devotion. Abraham follows these commands and only at the last minute is Isaac spared from human sacrifice when Abraham is disrupted by a ram caught in some bushes. According to Jewish text, the Temple Mount in Jerusalem is identified as Mount Moriah and the the Holy Temple was built on the location of the rock on which Abraham’s devotion to God was nearly carried out.
This week, Muslims around the world are celebrating the end of Ramadan. The same story I described above is told in the Qur’an…with only one minor difference. The Qur’an teaches that it was Ishmael, Abraham’s other son, who was to be sacrificed. However, it was the same location and is currently the site of the Dome of the Rock, where years after Ishmael took his tribe and founded Islam, the Profit Muhammad stepped off the rock to heaven in order to receive the Qur’an from Allah.
It’s gotta make you think!! Two interpretations of the same story seems so simple. However those whose lineage followed the path of Isaac and those whose lineage followed the path of his brother Ishmael cannot be further apart and the issues that separate us cannot be more complex. It saddens me.
Today is the ninth anniversary of the day on which al-Qaeda terrorists hijacked four airplanes and flew them directly into the World Trade Center, The Pentagon, and a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania (intended for the White House were it not for the extremely heroic efforts of the passengers on board). Nearly 3000 Americans died that day, and today we should remember.
We should remember more than the simple but tragic facts that I just described. We should remember why they died, and more importantly we should remember how we came together in unity in the days and weeks and months that followed. I think we have forgotten that.
Instead, the divide widens. There is continued debate over the building of a Mosque at the site of Ground Zero and a Terry Jones, a Florida Pastor, planned a Qur’an burning. I must say that I am in favor of neither or these, though I recognize that we should entertain healthy debate about the former. As distasteful as it may be to many Americans, it does – at some level – represent the freedom of religion and freedom of speech that makes this country so great.
As for the latter – well, this man is just plainly an idiot…and according to the photo I took in Nazareth, those he opposed already believe that he is a loser! Does he really believe that his symbolic gesture of protest will prevent the building of the Mosque? Does he not realize that his actions have put all of our lives in greater danger? Has he forgotten how we came together in unity, and is he really taking action that is righteous in the eyes of God?
On this ninth anniversary of 9-11 I will chose to remember, and I will chose to remember tolerance over hatred so that those who died on that day will not have done so for naught.
Today will be a day of celebration – I am off to photograph the ceremony of renewed wedding vows of a couple who celebrates 50 years of marriage. Together with their children and grandchildren, they will clearly remember that today can be a day of joy and harmony. What a contrast!
Yesterday my son Matt felt as though his blood sugar was very low. When he checked, which he must do in the neighborhood of 10-12 times per day, he saw an amazing message appear on his glucometer….
What a timely reminder that I need to get ready for this year’s JDRF Walk for the Cure. Let me tell you the story about why we walk, and give you 5 good reasons why we won’t stop walking until we find a cure. Those reasons are:
- Jake Kasper (age 7)
- Matthew Kasper (age 13)
- Zachary Lang (age: Big Kid)
- Anne Schlesinger (age: another Big Kid)
- Bunny Kasper (she’d kill me if I listed her age)
These are just 5 out of the more than 3,000,000 Americans with Type 1 diabetes. To me, however, these are the most important 5, since they are my 2 sons, their cousin, their aunt, and their grandmother. That’s why I am again supporting the JDRF Walk for the Cure on October 24 along the river front in Camden New Jersey…and I need your help. If you’ve already been convinced and want to join our team and help us fund a cure, just CLICK HERE. Even If you can’t join the walk, but wish to make a donation anyway, you need not read any further…just CLICK to DONATE. If you still need some convincing, read on….
I guess life with Type 1 Diabetes (T1D) is karma for us. Rachel’s cousin Zach (now in his thirties) has had T1D since he was a little kid. In 1985, just before heading off to college, Rachel’s sister Anne was diagnosed with T1D. From that point forward Rachel was always involved….in a big way!! Her first job after college was in a lab at the Joslin Diabetes Center. In 1991 she was working on transplanting healthy islet cells into the pancreases of diabetic rats.
Educational break: for those not in the know about all things T1D, the pancreas that I mentioned is where insulin is produced. Insulin is the hormone that allows glucose to cross cellular membranes and feed the cells in your body so that they get the energy that they need to work. Without insulin, that glucose from all the food you eat (not just sugar) floats around in your blood stream and causes high blood sugar, known as hyperglycemia. In the short term, hyperglycemia and the related production of ketones can cause the pH (or acidity) of your blood to become lower (more acidic). This causes a phenomenon know as DKA or diabetic ketoacidosis. DKA can be quickly lethal if left untreated. In the long term, persistently and/or repeatedly high glucose levels can cause kidney damage, vascular damage, heart disease, blindness, nerve damage and more. On the flip side, too much insulin causes the available glucose in your blood stream to be used up too quickly and it causes your blood sugar to drop….sometimes precipitously. This can cause confusion, odd behavior, profound unconsciousness, seizures and even sudden death. The normal range (measured in milligrams of glucose per deciliter of blood) is 80-120. On any given day my kids will vary from 30 to 500! Are you ready to donate yet?? The link is still up there….just scroll up and click!!! End of Educational Break.
Rachel went on to work in diabetes research labs at the New England Medical Center and the Barbara Davis Center for Diabetes Research in Colorado…all the while she was driven to help find a cure for her sister and cousin. The research that she did, and the similar research that goes on today is extremely important, and JDRF has played a huge role in that. JDRF is, aside from the United States government, the single largest funder of diabetes research in the world!! The mission of JDRF is to “Fund the Cure”. Little did she know that the work she was doing then would be so critical in the lives of our own children in the future.
Rachel went on to graduate school and ultimately left the field of diabetes research. Then, in January 2004, I was presented with an excellent career opportunity and we picked up our family and we moved to New Jersey. At the time Jake was just 6 months old. The few months that followed should have been that period in the life of a little baby when it is supposed to morph into a happy little toddler and when the number of diapers it goes through in a day is supposed to decrease as it strives toward potty training. Unfortunately, Jake was inconsolable. As he started to toddle around the house he would make his way to the refrigerator, pull himself up and start banging on the stainless steel doors as if the automatic water dispenser knew just how thirsty he was. I would return home from work and get frustrated that Rachel had left him in a wet diaper for what appeared to have been all afternoon….they were the size of footballs and weighed as much as a small watermelon. She would tell me (in her how dare you come home and criticize me tone of voice that I am understandably sure all stay at home moms have) that she had just changed it within the hour!!! What the heck was going on?? Then there was the day we will never forget.
Rachel was perplexed that as much as Jake was eating and drinking, he seemed to be losing weight. She took him to the pediatrician office and requested that they check his blood sugar. They refused. She was told that kids his age are too young to get T1D…but Rachel, being an educated diabetes consumer, forced the issue. That’s when I got the call…crying…telling me that Jake was being rushed to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia because he had been diagnosed with T1D. Our adventure began and we spent the better part of the first year trying to convince the team at CHOP to allow us to put Jake on an insulin pump. While we truly love our diabetes team at CHOP, they wouldn’t do it, citing it was their policy to wait until the kids turned 5. Well – if you know me, you know that telling me no is a great way to challenge me into figuring out any way that I can to get what I want….Rachel is the same way. By Jake’s second birthday he was on the pump and CHOP’s response to many of the specific pump related questions we had was “please let us know after you figure it out…this is new ground for us”. Believe me when I tell you that my bucket list has never included using my kids’ experiences to pave the medical information highway. Are you ready to donate yet….scroll up and hit the link…I know you want to!!!
If you do choose to donate, the pump that I mentioned will be front and center on the list of funded research to which your money will be directed. You see, the pump is one of the components of the closed loop “artificial pancreas” project that truly represents the light at the end of the one of the tunnels for many of us. While a cure is the ultimate goal, the artificial pancreas project is the next best thing. Currently JDRF is leading the charge, donating millions of dollars to fund a system wherein a continuous glucose monitor will measure blood glucose levels and talk directly with the insulin pump to regulate, in real time on demand, how much insulin the body needs. Algorithms will control when the pump turns on and shuts off. Yes, it’s a combination of external devices, but it’s way better than today’s alternatives. Researchers are close…so close we can taste it (carb free of course)…but we need to make a funding push to ensure that the work is complete!!
Life with three kids, one of whom is a one year old with T1D, was quite the challenge. I must say, however, that if any two parents were going to be able to adapt and overcome it would be us!! Over time we figured out all of the resourceful things we need to figure out. We got used to the fact that meals needed to be planned down to the carb counts of everything that would go into his mouth. We got used to the fact that we had to check his blood sugar multiple times a day, and that we would have to force feed him if he was low and listen to him scream with hunger if he was too high. We got used to the fact that we would have to check his blood sugar when he went to bed, and again when we went to bed, and again at 2 o’clock in the morning, and again at 4 o’clock in the morning. We got used to the fact that we could not find a baby sitter qualified, capable, and confident enough to care for our young son. We got used to the fact that our daily routine would be defined and regulated by this disease….we got used to a lot of things.
Life has a funny way of chopping you out at the knees when you get too used to things…fast forward a few years…I was in Baltimore at the annual Emergency Medical Services conference. At home, Rachel had taken the boys out to Bertucci’s for pizza after Matt’s lacrosse practice. She called me that evening, after the boys went to bed, to express her concern that Matt had been unable to quench his thirst at dinner and she was worried….”worried about what?” I asked…either stupidly or in complete denial that his insatiable thirst could be a sign that he, too, was on his way to T1D! We agreed that in the morning she would check him with Jake’s glucometer, but that he was probably just dehydrated from a tough lacrosse outing. That was my rationalization, anyway. Then the second phone call that I will never forget…by 7:00 am I was in the car on the way up to CHOP once again. This time, however, it wasn’t a 1-year old who did not know any different. This time it was a 9-year old little boy who had lived with T1D for the past two years. He had seen the struggles and challenges. He knew how difficult it would be.
Life with three kids, two of whom have T1D…well…it’s our life and when it comes to life I love every day of it….but on many levels….it just sucks! I have not slept through the night in more than 5 years…gotta check those kids to make sure that their blood sugar is in range. It’s important – I need to ensure that they wake up the next morning!!! Two of my sons compare blood sugar numbers with their grandmother. Doesn’t every parent hope that their children and their parents will enjoy each others company? I loved seeing my grandparents, but I now realize how fortunate I was that I did not have to discuss our common co-morbidities in a conversation as routine as who won the baseball game that day!! My mom struggles with her T1D issues every day. From the beginning it seemed as though her docs just couldn’t get things quite right for her…not because of the quality or caliber of the docs, but because this disease is simply not an easy one to manage. How ironic was it that after years of talking with her about her challenges, she could now have a much more personal and relevant discussion with one of my sons. It’s just not fair. I’m really not complaining in the hope that someone will feel sorry for me, and don’t mean to come across that way. I am, however, trying to paint this picture that we were dealt a crappy hand. That said, I do have one more issue to raise before I’m done….
Life with three kids, two of whom have T1D means that the third, Ryan, always has the question in the back of his mind….when will it happen to me? That’s just completely unacceptable and that’s why we need your help to fund the cure!! We need to make sure that we find a cure for Jake, Matt, Bunny, Anne, Zack and the millions of others who live with this every day. We need to fund the cure so that kids like Ryan can go to sleep at night without wondering if and when he will be among them.
So if you weren’t convinced before…perhaps you are now. If so, please go back up to the link and make a donation today…no matter how big or how small….it’ll be a huge help!
Finally a big disclaimer – due to some other commitments this year, Rachel, Ryan and Jake cannnot be at the walk. Please know that this does not lessen our desire to make am impact on this disease by raising as much money as we can toward the cure. Matt and I will be volunteering at the walk, and we welcome anyone and everyone who wants to pick up the torch for our team and carry it down the riverfront. Oh – If you’re still not convinced, just click the link and donate because its a righteous thing to do…it will help, ’cause life with diabetes is no easy feat!
Originally the title of this entry was “First Wedding”. I quickly realized that for Charline and Larry it should be the only wedding and I did not want to curse the beginning of this beautiful marriage. What I meant is that, as a photographer, I have now completed my first wedding. I did it myself…no second shooter…and my hat’s off to those who do this full time. It’s no easy challenge!! I’m glad I did this one for a variety of reasons, and I look forward to the next one.
Charline and her sisters were a funny, laid back, relaxed (I guess that’s redundant, but I’m trying to stress the point) bridal party. Fortunately for me there was not the slightest bit of bridezilla syndrome! The ceremony was conducted in a small pagoda by a pond…a beautiful setting!! The reception was relatively small, but with a great group of people….these folks knew how to party and have fun!! I’m still working on the images and have many to go, but here’s a sample.
To Charlene and Larry – Congratulations and best of luck!!! I hope you enjoy a long, happy, healthy, and prosperous life together, and I thank you for allowing me to be a part of its beginning!