As I sit down to edit Elora and Rajiv’s wedding, I almost give up immediately. Not because it was lacking visually. The problem was actually the opposite. There was so much to this moment, the last rays of sun after a glorious day. Slowly we made our way through the rice paddies, the air still rich and humid. Their home in the background. The scents of the earth, Elora’s dress made of Jasmine flowers and the sounds of their families and friends talking quietly just out of frame. There’s no way I can capture that. And it frustrates me. All I can give you is a glimpse, show you a fraction of what I saw, a taste of what we all felt.