Over the past 13 years, the Great Marsh of New England has seen me through my many life stages; each with its own metamorphic beauty. I tread its muds as a larval scientist (graduate student), a haphazard juvenile (post-doc) and now the metamorphosis complete as I have emerged as a full-fledged professor (though this is a stage I am still growing into). So it was this kind and lush friend that I sought this weekend for one of my most important transitions: from wandering vagrant to husband.
This weekend I married my sweetie, Ali Gould. It was a sweet and perfect affair. On a dock on the Rowley River. My best friend since kindergarten, Duley Crabbe (his influence on my decision to be a marine biologist has been strong!!!), officiated. Two friends, Danita Jo and Chris, witnessed. As did a male and female swordtail fish (who were part of the Ceremony of the Fish). All as the tides flowed, the Spartina swelled, and the mummichogs meandered.
Words spoken captured the love and the beauty of the day, as did the images. Today I have no science today. No metaphors. Just excitement.
And pictures. All photos courtesy of Danita Jo Photography. If you want beautiful, professional, and perfect pictures for your event, contact her! She books quickly! We were lucky to have her.
And if you’re looking for a perfect place for a small wedding, the beauty of the marsh is unimpeachable.
I rarely talk about my personal life in such a wide-open format such as blog, but there are times when your megaphone isn’t big enough (though I may elevate myself a bit here. While you, my blog-followers, are enthusiastic you make but a small congregation in a country church). And for those of you paying attention, yes, we are engaged in secondary production (translation: we are expecting a new research assistant in July!).