Weddings don’t make me sad or upset me or anything, but I find the forced conviviality at  them a bit too much to take.  There are always a lot of people around who don’t know each other and must make seemingly endless conversation on I know not what.

But this entry is not about such a scenario.  This entry is about a wedding I attended recently that was absolutely lovely.  The location marvelous, the company outstanding.

A close friend of mine from another chapter of my life got married recently and this made me very happy.  Happy to see such a good friend so well married.

The wedding itself was simple.  Gather everyone together in Central Park, perform wedding ceremony, eat and be merry.  Well, the venue presented certain complications, as my shoes kept sinking into the soil at it, but otherwise it was lovely. Central Park.  I mean in the fall it doesn’t get lovelier.

Let’s take a look at our bride and groom, together, apart and with family:

 

The groom is in the black hat.  The young lady next to him is not his bride.  Here she is:

 

More of the two of them:

 

 

 

 

A really arty shot:

 

And the wedding guests did not disappoint:

 

 

 

 

 

And finally, a few from the reception:

 

 

 

 

 

And finally, the bride rushes up the stairs.  To her reception: