A Monsoon Wedding
It's taken a few days to sort myself out in between work, migraines and ftp problems, but now I can finally post up some wedding pics from Saturday.
To start with, this wedding was set out in a gorgeous part of God's creation about 2 hours drive north west of Sydney, about 20 minutes drive from a little town called St. Albans. To get there, one must be willing to sacrifice their car to the possibility of hitting cows along the way, on a very sometimes bumpy dirt road with lots of medium sized rocks and stones that may fly up as you drive and wreck the paint work. One must also be prepared to wash a VERY dirty car once they get home, not wear your best heels, and prepared to use a portaloo, as there is no proper toilet, electricity, or hot water.
The bridal party... they all wore Indian outfits. Why? This was because Pete, (the groom) proposed to Zoë the same way that Dubey did in an Indian movie called "The Monsoon Wedding", so they decided to carry the theme through to the wedding. It was also handy that Zoë's bridesmaids already had their own gold coloured Indian saris. So here are some photos. Please also bear in mind that Zoë's favourite colour is orange.

Us (the music team) practising before the wedding.

The nervous groom, groomsmen and Jill, the minister.

The bridesmaids.

The bride, with her parents both "giving her away", behind her.

The "aisle" marked out with marigolds.

Part of the congregation. Take note of the little shack in the background. Six weeks prior to the wedding, I was part of the working bee that helped get this property ready for the wedding. In there were matresses and the like that had twenty years worth of dust in it (as well as lots of rat poo!). We swept it out, and I scrubbed those windows clean! The next day, my flu got twenty times worse after it was exacerbated by all that dust in there. It was worth it though!

Signing the register.

The bouquet.

The flowergirls.

The photography session whilst the guests are nibbling on nibblies. A romp out in the field!

The bonfire to keep the guests warm.

Eliza and Isaac - a future match, perhaps??

The bridal table inside the reception tent. I'd better mention here, that we managed to be miced for the music, and Peter (the keyboard player)was able to play his keyboard because they ended up bringing in a huge power generator, so we managed to have some very clear speeches during the reception as well.



Did you take note of all the orange?? =)
Anyway, if you got this far, thank you! I only posted this post as this was the most unusual wedding I have been to so far! There was nothing monsoon about the weather that day, that's for sure. It was a crisp sunny dry winter's day. There was certainly nothing traditional about it, but if you know the bride, you wouldn't expect there to have been anything traditional. It was an honour and a privilege to have been involved in this wedding. =) *sigh*.
It's taken a few days to sort myself out in between work, migraines and ftp problems, but now I can finally post up some wedding pics from Saturday.
To start with, this wedding was set out in a gorgeous part of God's creation about 2 hours drive north west of Sydney, about 20 minutes drive from a little town called St. Albans. To get there, one must be willing to sacrifice their car to the possibility of hitting cows along the way, on a very sometimes bumpy dirt road with lots of medium sized rocks and stones that may fly up as you drive and wreck the paint work. One must also be prepared to wash a VERY dirty car once they get home, not wear your best heels, and prepared to use a portaloo, as there is no proper toilet, electricity, or hot water.
The bridal party... they all wore Indian outfits. Why? This was because Pete, (the groom) proposed to Zoë the same way that Dubey did in an Indian movie called "The Monsoon Wedding", so they decided to carry the theme through to the wedding. It was also handy that Zoë's bridesmaids already had their own gold coloured Indian saris. So here are some photos. Please also bear in mind that Zoë's favourite colour is orange.

Us (the music team) practising before the wedding.

The nervous groom, groomsmen and Jill, the minister.

The bridesmaids.


The "aisle" marked out with marigolds.











Anyway, if you got this far, thank you! I only posted this post as this was the most unusual wedding I have been to so far! There was nothing monsoon about the weather that day, that's for sure. It was a crisp sunny dry winter's day. There was certainly nothing traditional about it, but if you know the bride, you wouldn't expect there to have been anything traditional. It was an honour and a privilege to have been involved in this wedding. =) *sigh*.
