Even if I’m not taking official wedding photos, I still love bringing my camera for my own snapping pleasure.
On the weekend I got to attend my first Baha’i wedding, held at the Baha’i Centre of Learning in the city. Truthfully I’m quite ignorant on the finer points of the religion and its history, but Hobart has a healthy community of Baha’i, a few of whom I’ve known for a few years too.
The husband and I know the groom, the both of them being members of Eagling’s Taekwondo.
The wedding was lovely – simple, sincere, full of heartfelt faith, a lovely prayer recited in Persian (a beautiful language if you ever get a chance to hear some). The bride was nervous, the groom was beaming, the ceremony live skyped back to Iran for family members unable to attend.
The reception was held at St George’s Hall, next door to the iconic church, and featured a buffet dinner full of delicious Persian eats. Me being me, I completely forgot to take photos and instead stuffed my little face full of saffron and barberry topped rice, Ghormeh Sabzi (a Persian herb stew), dahl, roasted chicken, garlicky yoghurt so strong your sinuses burned a little, and salad. Dessert was an assortment of old favourites – jelly, cupcakes, pineapple pudding, as well as a cardamom infused gulab jamun soaked in sugar syrup instead of honey syrup, along with the wedding cake (which was alternating tiers of caramel and chocolate mud cake).