When shooting in the streets, you never know when the next opportunity is coming. It might be just around the corner. Or it might not be there at all. On this particular afternoon, I had detached myself from our tour group in Braga and after a few hours of exploration, the weather began to deteriorate, black clouds were rolling in, and I was ready to call it a day and return to the bus, which would take me back to our cruise ship. As I was walking past the Cathedral, I noticed that still another one of that day’s many weddings was about to unfold. A long red carpet, extending many blocks along the main street of the town, welcomed dozens of guests flowing towards the cathedral. Gradually, the guests diminished, and as I walked down a long, deserted portion of that same red carpet on the way back to my bus, the last person in the world I expected to meet was none other than the bride herself! Yet there she was, standing next to her car, with mom and others in tow. She had a cell phone pressed to her ear and a look of desperation on her face. I instinctively pivoted my camera as I walked past, and fired several times. None of them ever saw me – between the peals of thunder and the crisis at hand (Where’s Dad?) – they were too distracted to notice an old American shooter hunching over his waist level camera. Meanwhile, I had just made my second successful wedding picture of the afternoon in Braga – this one a classically incongruous street photograph telling a story rich in human values. Desperation, frustration, anxiety, panic, resignation -- human values all-- are all expressed in this street shot. I was able to make three pictures before the Portuguese bride snapped her phone shut. This was the one that worked.