Loose Feet

Before my return to Spain, I spent a few days at a wedding in northern New Hampshire that — had it not been for my long summer in New York — I would never have been able to attend.

My cousin Al — actually my cousin’s son (a museum art curator) — married John (an actor, director, writer, and producer) at the Omni Mount Washington Hotel in the White Mountains of Northern New Hampshire. It was a beautiful, elegantly casual, and — thanks to the cast of characters — joyful, often silly, and unusually creative event. To say that I adore my cousin Al would be an understatement. He is one of the people in my life that I most admire. Strong, funny, kind, loving, honest. And in finding John he found someone I consider worthy of his love – another exceptional human being.

I have loads of photos of the stunning scenery, entertaining wedding outtakes, and original poetry. But today I thought I’d start at the bottom.

The wedding’s color-scheme is apparent in the first two photos. (Click the images to make the feet bigger.)

THE GROOMS:  SEER-SUCKER SUITS AND SPLASHY SOCKS.
DANIELLE, “BEST GAL PAL OF HONOR.”
SISTERS… CARLY AND BROOKE, 15 AND 13.
STYLIN’
PINEAPPLE TOES.
THE COLOUR OF A PETITE SIRAH? (THAT’S WINE-TALK).
(FOR SOME REASON THE COLOUR IS CALLED “LIDIA.”)
TANGERINE TOES AT THE AFTER-HOURS S’MORES PARTY.
AL’S NIECE LILY. (SHE STARTED THE DAY WITH SHOES.)

Lose your blues… Everybody cut footloose.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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