Personally, I love the idea of a beach wedding; it’s the epitome of romance. The torquoise water, the white sand, the blazing blue sky, the fat guy….wait a minute.
Ok ok. Fat guys AND chubby chicks.
Another thing to think about: if you get married in a church, city hall, or another venue, there aren’t many surprises. The flowers stay where you put them and the arbor won’t tip over from the wind.
And this won’t happen:
Or, God forbid, this:
All of which conveys the obvious: choose your photographer carefully.