White Wedding, 2012.  A sudden appearance of an endless stand of birches (or aspen depending if you’re from the East or the West) happened on a hike in the Rahwahs. The bride and groom are shrouded in the Bower of Bliss, with all in attendance, including the lanky teens huddled closely together on the right; the birches on the left already partying and disheveled, and the austere pillars of the community, looking on, some in happiness, some in dismay.  I believe there’s an emaciated bill collector next to the bower.