Naturally, when one is possessed of a sword, one finds someone else thus possessed, and battles it out with them. And so the brother of the bride is fencing with the brother of the groom.
The other thing one does when possessesing a sword is to yell "Freedom!" constantly at the top of one's lungs throughout rehearsal and the like, and then one gathers others with swords, and proceeds to jump, yelling, off the stage. Such exuberance is rarely found in weddings.
The bride, however, just poses- it would be a little difficult to knock anyone around while wearing a dress like that.
The artsy shot- the arm in white belongs to the groom, who has a sword as well.
The wedding party- the boys look bored and the girls look lovely. What's new? (Sorry, guys).
My good friend Tierney (the only non-sibling in the wedding party) got a hold of some of these; all things edited are her doing.
Me and my handsome father, walking down the aisle. That bouquet was the only near disaster of the day, but thanks to my aunt, who used to work in a florist shop, it turned out quite nicely.