I never quite understand how it feels like to be the groom. As a photographer, when I enter the room, I keep focus and somewhat hoping that the groom give a pretty kiss or maybe cry like a baby. You know, things that make the scene interesting. Majority of the guys come in clueless, giving that “oh damn, I’m married” / “who’s this girl?” expression. j/k:D

 

Today, Gene was the man in charge. Did a fantastic hour long gatecrash and marched into the room to claim his bride. And then this…

 

I love a beekeeper:)

 

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