Author: WTL

A family of loons that came up near our canoe on Lake of Two Rivers.  August 2002

Lake of Two Rivers as the sun burns the morning mist away.  August 2002

Pog lake at around 6:30am.  August 2002

A sunset on Pog lake one fine night in Algonquin.  August 2002

My canoe on Pog lake as the sun sets.  August 2002

The view from my hammock in Algonquin.  Ah, the peace and quiet.  August 2002

My dog Boing checking out my camera’s close-up features.  August 2002

My father’s dog Griboille sleeping and snoring on his arm.  August 2002

A squirrel that Boing chased up a tree in Algonquin park.  August 2002

A cloudy sunset on Lake of Two Rivers.  August 2002

A close up of the flames of a camp fire.  August 2002

A moose browsing along the shore.  August 2002

A water lily.  August 2002

The west end of Lake of Two Rivers in Algonquin park.  August 2002

One last picture!

Ah, the kiss.� For some reason, my right arm wasn’t obeying any commands.

“With this ring, in perfect love and perfect trust, I thee wed”.

“With this ring, in perfect love and perfect trust, I thee wed”.

Father Flaherty reading.

Standing togeather, hand in hand, listening to Father Flaherty.

My sister, Jenn reading at a speed never before thought possible.

My soon to be sister-in-law reading.

Members of Ottawa’s Belly Dance community spending a few minutes with me.

Miniature copy of the bridal bouquet made by Tracey.

Dad, Marc, and Carl get down to business.

The rings; white gold, yellow gold and red gold braided together symbolizing both of us and the love that has intertwined our lives together.

See!� Give us pool cues and we’re deadly!

Yum!� Chinese buffet!

We can smell the food, see the food, and we are starving! [A dangerous combination]

At the restaurant.

A good portion of my family.

Some of Tracey’s family.

Some of our friends.

The dancing in the streets begins.