Very seldom do my images tell a story, at least not good ones that move beyond the realm of my debauchery. More often than not they mostly hold qualities of a good eye, possibly artistic and if I'm lucky, they just might be interesting.
This image however is an entirely different situation. I would love to say it's because I'm so incredibly talented and simply quite amazing, which I am...lets just call a spade a spade. But I regress. Back to photography.
This was Ashley's wedding day. The best day of her life, at least until she pops out some rug rats. Ashley is old fashioned in the sense that her husband to be was not allowed to see her until she was escorted up to him at the fatal moment of matrimony.
The chosen few who were allowed to witness her in all of her glory pre ceremony included Virginia, her grandmother. I have never seen such pride and love in someones face than on Virginia's as she walked in to see her grandchild on her special day, wearing the very dress that she herself wore for her special day 67 years, 4 months and 21 days ago.