A Brit in the US

I was honored to be invited to join in as a photographer for an Indian wedding in Sparkleberry. It was described as being also a mini pow-wow. As a British man, I just didn't know what to expect and didn't know quite what a pow-wow was but I turned up, camera in hand ready to record the proceedings. When I arrived, there were a lot of people already present. It was a blisteringly hot day with not a cloud in the sky. There was a TV crew in attendance with the cameraman wearing a hastily knotted handkerchief to protect his scalp from the fierce midday sun. The ceremony started with a purification ritual performed by the medicine man. We were informed that later there would be a sacred fire ceremony during which no pictures would be permitted. Respecting tradition and my role as an invited guest, I did not step over the boundaries though the ceremony itself was interesting enough to need to be documented. Flash was not permitted but such was the strength of the sun, it was du...