Whitehead Wedding

Last week I was in Maryland to attend Troy and Shannon's wedding, where I became the impromptu wedding photographer. It was a perfect Annapolis day. Love was in the air along with blue skies, cool breezes, and lots and lots and lots of Maryland blue crabs in the form of cakes, dip, soups, and balls. {Will sings, "It's a nice day for a White(head) wedding! . . . It's a nice day to . . . START AGAAAINNNNN!" . . . I'll stop . . .} The Whiteheads said their vows on Friday, September  20, 2013 at the Anne Arundel County Courthouse on Church Circle in downtown Annapolis and followed that up with lunch across the bridge at the Severn Inn. 

Without further ado, the happy couple:

^^^We are ~80% certain this is Molly Whitehead.

^^^I do not know how Shannon trekked around Annapolis in those killer heels!

 

I had to shoo my dad away during the ceremony.

Now you see him . . .

 . . . Now you don't.

 ^^^Exchanging vows.

 ^^^Exchanging rings.

^^^The happy newlyweds! 

^^^Locked Wifed up fo' life!

 ^^^Dad's future eHarmony profile pic. 

^^^All the men! 

 ^^^Troy's parents.

^^^A toast and lunch at the Severn Inn across the Naval Academy bridge.

 ^^^Two sets of newlyweds!

^^^Our two favorite ladies: Big Momma D and Judge Nolan.

^^^Matching WWA bracelets and smiles.

Congratulations, prayers, and best wishes to the newlyweds!

Shots from Sunday: Perch'd Outside on a Reel Nice Day

Do my puns impress you? What can I say? I'm hooked. (Will she stop? Never.) 

 

We went boating on Sunday afternoon to try and get Will to catch his first fish ever. Ask yourself: How does a Florida boy go 27 years without ever catching a fish? Will has lived within feet of the Atlantic Ocean for the vast majority of his life, yet never caught a fish. A conundrum for the masses. My fishing-obsessed step-father vowed to change all that. But here we are, six years later, without a fish to show for our efforts . . .

 

That is, until now.

 

(I got this foreshadow jam on lock.)

 

We went to a hot fishing spot at the mouth of the Rhode River in Maryland, known for its perch. We perch'd by this pier and tried to cast out by the rocks, where the fishes hang out. We were there for a couple hours and caught a whopping four fish.

^^^Madre.

^^^Somebody's got some nibbies!

 



(For the record, these are not my sunglasses. I am not a neon hipster teenager. I forgot sunglasses and had to borrow a pair from my 18-year-old sister, Trish, who had five pairs of sunglasses sitting on her dresser. She would only let me use "the cheap blue ones." Thanks, sis.)

^^^Our stoic captain.

^^^First catch of the day! And a keeper, had we been keeping.

 



^^^Still fishless but unfazed.

^^^My second catch! Please notice Will's jealousy evident in this photo (to your right).
Real mature.

^^^My mom took some creative license with some artsy cloud shots.
She should quit her day job.

Fortunately, Will did catch his first fish! Sadly, there is no photographic evidence. It will have to be one of those stories where the size of the fish goes from this:

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To this:

 

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To this:

 

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("It was a whale!")

And, for the past two hours, every time I glance over at Will's laptop, he is doing one of two things: (1) fantasy baseball, or (2) checking out fishing gear online. We have a new angler on our hands.