It was a late September Friday at Portland’s Multnomah Courthouse. Downtown was all twisted up with protestors of many stripes… it was starting to get kind of aggressive so we decided against doing the family pictures in the park. Security let us in a little early and after we all got through the metal detectors and got our shoes back on, we headed upstairs with permission to shoot our groups in the hallways. There was a marble staircase with interesting light … wide enough to pose the full crowd of about twenty and, of course, smaller versions per family.
These families were full of mischief and it all started coming out after we had finished our more typical group poses. At every turn, there was someone else with a glint in the eye begging new pictures. I’m sure we were laughing too loudly during parts of this.
This is Scott’s brother, the Ringman… you can tell how shy he is.
Lucile’s Dad is French. He was carrying a large camera and he and I managed to compare gear without another common language… that was fun!
Then their judge called them in to get married… this lovely little parade danced and laughed down the hallway… so many smiles!
Courthouse weddings can be a trial unless you can bring an open mind to the whole thing. At the end of the day, two lovers get married in a sometimes sterile environment… I think it’s up to everyone to bring a true heart to the day. That’s when the good stuff happens.