Ashley and I thought that being flown to Vancouver to cover someone’s wedding was an honor enough. Truly, we were beside ourselves that someone would believe in our stuff so much to do that. But when we got there, every turn we made, we caught ourselves looking at each other asking, “How are we witnessing this right now? We don’t belong here.” We weren’t saying those things in a snide way, implying that we felt out of place or that things were weird. We were saying those things in a crazy sense of honor that we didn’t deserve. How could the photographers be sitting at the bride and groom’s table during the rehearsal dinner? How could they be smack dab in the middle of the action as family members poured their hearts out to them? How could we be there during the tea ceremony as prayers, wishes, blessings, and words of gratitude were passed to Bani and Fran? How could we deserve to see so many moments of raw emotion exchanged? We just didn’t know how.
But we were thankful for every second of it.
This wedding was one that I walked away from wishing there was another medium, another way that I could have captured everything that happened. For the first time I second guessed whether photos were able to tell a story this good, a story this deep—but I tried. I hope it can hold a flickering flame to the enormous beauty on Bani & Fran’s big day.