This past weekend I drove from Illinois to Ohio for the first family wedding in three years.
We passed through the fine state of Indiana, where they harness wind sweeping through the plains.
The enormous family cheerfully endured my father, a wildlife photographer, as he orchestrated his own set of family portraits, using his camouflaged tripod.
I used to avoid family weddings, but really have come to appreciate anyone related to me, as well as open bars and cake.
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