tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37805610064634334492011-08-18T22:44:30.907-07:00Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14841480825284904374noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780561006463433449.post-13891431752813815862011-08-19T00:00:00.000-07:002011-08-18T22:41:31.756-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AESTPJAXQaw/Tk31wb4zZSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lnpjCVc7TA4/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AESTPJAXQaw/Tk31wb4zZSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lnpjCVc7TA4/s320/DSC_0382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642436120633632034" /></a> <br /> <br />A beautiful bridesmaid on a beautiful day. <br />I went to my friends wedding last weekend, and I know most of you would have expected pictures of the Bride. <br />Alas, I decided this was my favorite shot of the day. It was a spontaneous shot. I just turns, pointed, and clicked, and Samantha happened to smile at the right moment. I love the moment it captured. :) <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780561006463433449-1389143175281381586?l=growingupjes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14841480825284904374noreply@blogger.com0