Sitting at the Table this past weekend when the bride and groom cut the cake, my mind wandered. It often does that. But as I sat there lost in through, I could hear the surf pounding the shore a few hundred feed from the tent under which we were sitting.
A band with horns played in the room next to the tent. They were good, but not as good as the sound of the ocean.
My eyes the Driftwood centerpiece had hundreds of oyster shells. The mother of the bride told Jilda that she was doing something interesting with the table runners, but this must have take a great deal of time. It was a work of art.
When I looked at the end of the driftwood, I immediately saw the face of a tiger, Bear, or perhaps a space alien.
I think the people at the adjoining table must have thought I was hitting the sauce, but I was fascinated. The light was questionable but I took several pictures anyhow. It turned out better than I thought it would.
Do you see the face in the driftwood?
A band with horns played in the room next to the tent. They were good, but not as good as the sound of the ocean.
My eyes the Driftwood centerpiece had hundreds of oyster shells. The mother of the bride told Jilda that she was doing something interesting with the table runners, but this must have take a great deal of time. It was a work of art.
When I looked at the end of the driftwood, I immediately saw the face of a tiger, Bear, or perhaps a space alien.
I think the people at the adjoining table must have thought I was hitting the sauce, but I was fascinated. The light was questionable but I took several pictures anyhow. It turned out better than I thought it would.
Do you see the face in the driftwood?
