you can call me hubby!
there’s only one commitment, the real commitment to honour the highest standards of romantic: a wedding!
chocolate is a pretty sweet, but makes you fat and it’s quite a boring expression for love and passion on Valentines Day and flowers, oh my god flowers are probably the worst gift to show your commitment to somebody that you really really do not love them, especially when you’re trying to fix a relationship that goes somewhere between ‘I-never-wanted-you-and-I-don’t-know-how-to-get-rid-of-you-so-I-give-you-something-that-wilts-like-our-love’ and the classic ‘I’m-so-tired-of-you-I-can’t-think-of-something-better-than-flowers-leave-me-alone-but-it’s-valentines-day-so-I-buy-you-flowers’.
I believe there must be a Valentines-Man, as there is the Christmas-Man (a.k.a Santa Clause) and they both gang up against the world of candy- and cola-industry. I believe both are guys and friends, or at least cousins.
we were so overwhelmed by all January and early February trash and kitschiness, itchiness and bitchiness, that we wanted to make a statement. for that statement we needed the right place and since everybody’s getting married on islands, under water, over water, outer space, we thought: Niagara-Falls!
the falls they’re so beautiful, even in the winter time, time’s frozen everything on hold, except all the high rises, hotels and casinos completing the horizon with their skylines and illuminating mother natures spectacle with zillions of white yellowish bulbs inviting you to come in and play for a bit.
but we’re here for the love. and we’re manifesting our statement as knights of the hearts and our ring fingers are our swords – tiny swords.
we’re serious, squirrelly and excited about becoming ball-in-chain, hubby and wifey, alpha and omega, and so on… the falls is not enough, so we got married in a tiny white chapel next to a vacant motel.
end of story!
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