We could stand on ceremony, but here we are before Doug and Jeanie Green celebrating oneness before the multiple generations of the Green's and Schickedanz's as the histories and cultures of the two families and their friends collide into Bryna and Matthew getting hitched and creating another oneness of being between two obviously connected by kismet or serendipity so as to bring this collection of notable characters to some type of shared climax. Way down below the waves of humanity, where I want to be, they may be as they go bump in the day and night on a suspiciously nuanced happenings between the crowd and the nuptials.
Let their be the codes of heredity and the masses of life's experiences gather among the people who expand upon the years that went into the DeTurk Round Barn and it's new found rebirth as this collage of gathering folk as the day lay open, serene and collisions simultaneously occurred in both the exterior and interior landscapes. Usual protocols danced, sang and laughed as no one or everyone was watching. Food and music pranced around the room, the beginnings strewn around the hall before the ceremony became itself with lingering mixed with imbibings and tales of natural phenomenons and heredity rose to the top of family and friends.
The day sprang outward to the delights of the guests, with appetizers like angled sliced sausages, marinated mushrooms, sculptured vegetables with individualized flavor profiles, a delightfully flavored infused cheese and some incredible meat filled philo dough dumplings to name a few. The buffet featured some German Potato Salad, Pasta Salad, and the gatherings of a variety of vegies, and artfully display tri-tip that had been dry spiced, marinated and grilled and cutely sliced, along with grilled boned chicken breasts as well as bone-in chicken thighs with perfectly displayed grill marks to boot.
In perfect harmony of epiphanies and vows that for somehow were inaudible to the distant crowd Matthew and Bryna wept, laughed and drew responses from the entangling crowd and cranes that hung from the multitude of rafters and vociferous fans that spread the air throughout the voluminous nooks and crannies of the historical architectural pinnacles of the DeTurk Round Barn skeleton of structural details. The giant stacked cupcake cake, and it's offspring lay dormant through out most of the ceremonies of time immoral cliches arose to meet the challenge of the event and the events unfolding around the perimeters of it's own unique personality.
It was all in Grace and Pomp and Circumstance as the Official Photographer maneuvered flights of fancy from one family group to another, bringing with it's own empathic beginnings and ends to the rituals provided by such follies. First a small smattering of stage fright and lethargic unsure and untied family members were brought to the forefront and gathering no excess moss along the many forks in the road inhabited by photographers around the globe, drew the necessary responses and lo and behold the behemoth of family bespoke it's own truth, justice and honor to the noisy crowds abounding about.
As one entered the roundness and the lush integrity's historical invitations throughout the DeTurk's Round Barn's pasts, one was greeted with the nomenclature of the event itself and pockets of table displays, flowered wall hangings and the calls of the wild offerings abounded in and around the rooms of intentions. One can only live in the moments of fluidity and it's constant companions of time and space alluded to itself throughout the day with jumps, leaps and choreographies of companionship's melded into the crowd and sufficed each and everyone with moment to moment exaltations.
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