My Life A Bit South of Normal

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Don't Feel Like the Lone Ranger!

"Who is who?" Mike answered looking around.

"That man standing over there by the bushes."

Continuing their dance, Mike gracefully turned Bunny. Sure enough next to the bushes by the bar was a man Mike did not recognize. More curious was the camera with a large lens slung across his shoulder. "Did Kathleen mention anything about a photographer? Most people have one at their wedding." Then he added with regret, "Well, every wedding but ours. That was the one thing I forgot."

"Sweetie, that doesn't matter to me. Don't worry about that."

"But that guy doesn't look like a typical wedding photographer."

Bunny laughed as they continued to dance, "What does one look like?"

Before Mike could answer, the song ended and the dancers gave the band an appreciative applause. Mike and Bunny made their way over to Kathleen and Jeb. Kathleen was so excited, obviously past her mother's little fit,"Oh, Bunny, this is the most fun I have ever had."

Bunny laughed, "That was the idea."

Mike smiled, "Well, I thought I had everything covered for our wedding. But I knew that feeling was too good to be true." 

"What in the world?" Kathleen laughed.

"A photographer! I forget to engage a wedding photographer!"

"Well, come to think of it, I did also. But we have had so many people take photos with their phones, I feel sure our special moments were captured."

"So you didn't hire a photographer?" Mike asked.

"No, so don't feel like the Lone Ranger. I'm sure you'll find plenty of your friends have photos from this morning also."

"Well," Mike hesitated, "We have a problem."

Mike gave a quick look at Jeb, then looked back at Kathleen, "There is one over there by the bar." Immediately Kathleen and Jeb looked past Mike. As they did, they saw a man slowly move into the shadows.

"Stay right here," Jeb said to Kathleen as he left the group walking quickly toward the shadows where he last saw the man in question. He didn't run, the last thing he wanted was to draw attention. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the dark. As he came around the large oak he saw the man standing there. His silhouette was unmistakable with the camera over his shoulder.

Jeb walked slowly up to the photographer. "Sir, I don't think we have met." The photographer turned around. "I'm Jeb, the groom. And you are . . .?

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