I photographed my own bride, bare-faced. That morning came and the herons and mayas chirped and whistled in the summer, the hedges leafing under the April sun, the brooks ran softly beside with spangles from sunshine. In the midst of a verdant nature as our wedding decor, I found myself standing in front of Tanya Rae, holding a subdued green briery shrub as her bouquet, in the presence of God. Never before had I seen such a splendid sight of grace and beauty as this, looking at her. I held a camera and took photographs of her as the zephyr blew her veil