Sea Ranch was the place I had been especially looking forward to this year. I love the openness of the land, the wooden houses shaped by ocean wind. It feels like a utopia imagined by architects, a place where the world naturally slows down. I pictured it clearly: blue sky, sun-warmed wood, everything calm and steady. The venue team told us September was the most reliable month, unlikely to rain. I waited for sunset, for Susu standing at the edge of the cliff, golden light passing through her veil and landing softly on her face.
But the rain chose that day anyway, starting just as we began shooting. I felt the disappointment immediately. Film cameras aren’t made for weather like this, and the lenses slowly fogged into a pale blur. I kept telling myself, and the couple, it’s okay, we’ll shoot what we can. We moved through corridors and under eaves, working in every corner that offered temporary shelter, then rushed outside whenever the rain paused. The wind carried moisture, umbrellas shaking, everything feeling a little chaotic. Then the rain returned. At first they stood under an umbrella, holding still, and then Bobo suddenly dropped it and pulled Susu into his arms, standing with her in the rain. The crew shouted around us, soaked. The emotion in that moment carried more force than any clear-sky image could have.
Northern California disappeared into fog, wind and rain folding into each other. Hair soaked through, dresses stained. And still, they were married here, in this imagined utopia. The arch woven from dry branches stood in the rain like something quietly coming back to life, the way they found a love that wasn’t shaped by the weather.
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