If you’d told me in high school that one day in the far off future I would be my good friend Martha’s wedding photographer I can’t imagine what my response would have been. It’s been a long road from high school yearbook to the Washington Post to wedding photography. Martha and I have know each other since 9^th grade, well before I showed even a passing interest in photography and I hold her directly responsible for my failing my studio photography class 2^nd semester of my senior year in high school. After all, she was the one with a car (the trusty green Volvo) that took us to McDonald’s every day during lunch and it wasn’t often that we made it back in time for 5^th period. But I digress. It was such a cool circle of life feeling to be there when she and Barney celebrated at Camp Choconut on the Pennsylvania –  New York border. They met at the camp and Martha’s family has a long history there. I, in fact, spend a memorable weekend there more than 20 years ago. The day—the whole weekend in fact—was very true to Martha and Barney’s personality. As they danced back up the aisle and into the reception surrounded by their nearest and dearest and in my case, one of the bride’s oldest friends.