I didn't plan on taking photos, but I brought my cheapest plastic camera... and that's how things go.

On May 31st Kacy & Bryan got married in a deep East Texas wooden church next to a corn field.

One of the bridesmaids, the only one who wore heels (Kacy herself went barefoot), ran quite late. The entire wedding party was already at the altar when the young woman got dropped off in a truck at the edge of the parking lot. She took off her shoes and ran inside. The music had been playing for a good bit of time between the first bridesmaid and the last. I felt so lucky to be on that side of the wedding, to see the seams in the stockings, so to speak. 

While we waited --

the groom, from outside:

the bride, from outside:

The wedding itself took about eleven minutes. 

Her mother, Rene, wore an old blue t-shirt and sweat pants. 

This is the only image of her taken inside the church:

And this is the only image I made of Kacy's father Acey:

The potluck reception, held in the local fire hall, consisted mostly of a Doritos-and-corn salsa my sister made in the microwave, the habanero guacamole I brought and the most fried chicken I’ve seen since my father had a house in Beaumont. It was pretty much my favorite wedding ever.

Below the hot-pink cross is the baptismal water; gesticulating on the far right is the preacher.

 I still do not know the man in the suit.

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addendum: I was decidedly not their wedding photographer.
My sister, who you can peep in a couple of these photos, did an excellent job.