Oh! Hello there! Or should I say, good bye? for this is the last you shall see of me. This account begins at the end and truly ends as it begins. Now, to avoid cracking the stiff joints of social norms, I must introduce my self: I am, indeed (other than a sock), Count (Or Dux) Secretious the Bemoaner. I am the Vox Dei through out this entire pictoral account of one of mans most humiliating and nonsensical events: The Wedding. Now now you sentimental bafoons! Calm your fragile nerves at once! I am The Bemoaner it is entirely my prerogative to take such a sullen view of the ordeal. My Master, Earl Xavier of Terrageurra, has decided to wage a bloody war against Iuno, the fair haired siren who beckons all men unto her stony breasts. His greatest weapon is that of sheer dissapointment: the art of irregular and accurate photography. For those whose eyes and minds are fed on the fodder of the rote of modern Wedding photography, this will indeed prove you are her allies and our fiend! No really, I shall allow you now to continue. It is true, however, that these photos, however uninforming (to you) they are, show the affinity the Master has for those he loves; and those who love him and know eachother will no doubt benefit from the format and style of such perspectives. Go in peace...
Chagrined
3 comments:
Hey my son,
Love the photos. Where were these taken? Is this a last-minute, single guy, howling at the moon thing before Cory married? Wish I was there.
Love, Mom
excellent capturing of life.
Now I see the one you were proud of.
I love it too.
Tell me what you think of "Finger of God"
Love,
jer
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