... & though we knew a great many people there, i took mostly photographs of things.
my mind wanders easily, & i find myself pondering a neatly lined-up row of pews,
or wallowing in the beauty of a wilting bouquet.
instead of watching the events unfolding before me, i get lost in crumbling details.
but occasionally my eye is caught (as is my breath) by the people, & i am brought back to the moment.
oh what a moment...
edited to add :: those beautiful men, looking for the bride, are mine.