The camera keeps winning the argument

I spent an entire reception last weekend with the camera at my side, just watching. Grandmothers dancing, that specific way they raise their hands. Didn't take a single photo of it. Kept thinking the image I held in my head was somehow truer than the one I'd have delivered. Maybe I'm becoming a worse photographer, or maybe I'm finally becoming a real one. Either way, the unshot frames are starting to feel like the only honest ones.