A rose by any other name . . .

Shakespeare said, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

Or would it?

Objects have different meanings to different people. This is a photo from my daughter’s recent wedding.

Wedding Photo

What do you think could be happening in this photo and why?

I would love to hear your thoughts . . .  in as few words as possible, write a story about this picture and paste it into your comment below.

Ready. Set. Go!

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8 thoughts on “A rose by any other name . . .

  1. Hmm. How about two captions?

    These feet were made for dancing.
    Or
    And the bride wore white…Converse.

    Love that the wedding party wore fun and practical shoes!

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  2. Okay. I took up the challenge, but couldn’t get it under 200 words. Sure hope this didn’t happen to your daughter!

    No Bull

    A wedding in a farmer’s pasture has its risks. Hence the tennis shoes as we walked down the “aisle.” Yesterday’s rehearsal showed no unexpected cow patties, but you never knew.
    I hopped off the tailgate of the pick-up with the aid of my assigned groomsman. Piece of cake.
    The German oom-pah band played the familiar “Here Comes the Bride” as we gingerly stepped across the meadow toward the waiting groom and the pastor at the opposite end. Fifty folding chairs had been placed in three rows with a space in between to give us a path to aim for.
    Oops! I stretched ahead of my escort to avoid a pile. We grinned at each other and completed the trek with no further incident.
    Just as the groom was ready to pledge his “I do,” someone shouted, “Bull!”
    The entire groom’s side of guests, along with the five guys facing me across the idyllic tableau, gave a collective yell and scattered, overturning chairs as they raced for the nearest fence.
    Bride, groom, and pastor u-turned and dove over the fence as well. The rest of us turned to search for the cause of the disturbance. Thank God for tennis shoes! We bridesmaids swung over the fence like professional pole-vaulters. However, the last guest in her five-inch spike heels had her fanny grazed before she tumbled to safety in a graceless heap.
    Following close after the bull was the host farmer in his own truck. Yelling apologies, he drove the creature through the opposite gate.
    Rather than give in to a fit of hysteria, the bride ordered everyone back to their seats. The ceremony would be completed right down to the last sentence of “I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Chuck Trothausen.”
    Which was done… with…no bull.

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  3. Looks like they might be doing the Hokey Pokey in tennis shoes.

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  4. Body language tells us the feet of a person point in the direction they want to go. I’d say these individuals love to be together!

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