There are, I am told, easier ways to spend an afternoon than standing at the edge of a crocodile-infested river in Maharashtra, balancing one’s dignity and camera with equal uncertainty. Most sensible people might opt for tea, perhaps a biscuit, and the distant safety of a veranda. Naturally, I chose the riverbank. It was one […]
A Quiet Afternoon with Crocodiles and Questionable Composition skills Read More »
There are days when one sets out with purpose, tripod packed with military precision, lenses polished to a devotional shine, and a firm belief that one is about to create Art. And then there are days when one simply ends up somewhere by accident, slightly underprepared, mildly dusty, and unexpectedly delighted. This, rather conveniently, was
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There is something faintly embarrassing about realising that one has missed flowers. Not in the grand, poetic sense that poets pretend to feel, but in the quiet, practical way one notices an old habit has slipped away like a sock behind the washing machine. I used to photograph flowers rather often. They were patient subjects,
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Photographers are, by nature, a hopeful species. Every year a new camera appears with more megapixels, cleverer autofocus and a sensor so advanced that it can apparently see in the dark, identify birds, detect eyes and perhaps, in a future update, make tea. Naturally we assume that this next marvel of engineering will finally transform
There are two kinds of people who chase sunsets. The first are poets who scribble lines about golden skies and fading light. The second are photographers who drive far too many kilometres, carry far too much gear, and still complain that the sun has not positioned itself properly for the composition. On this particular afternoon,
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Preferably with muddy shoes and a mildly aching back… There are certain monuments in this world that have been photographed so often they must feel quite exhausted by it all. If bridges could sigh, I suspect the good people’s favourite — the stately Bandra–Worli Sea Link — would do so at approximately 6:47 every evening,
(Or, Why My Canon is Pouting) The request came down, as these things always do, with the subtle grace of a rogue elephant: an office trip. “Team building,” they called it. A chance to “forge bonds” outside the soul-crushing confines of fluorescent lighting and spreadsheet-induced despair. My stomach, sensing imminent peril (specifically, in the form
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There is something faintly suspicious about flowers. They sit there in gardens, parks, vases and wedding bouquets, dressed in unapologetic colour — crimsons, yellows, purples so enthusiastic they border on theatrical — and dare you not to photograph them. Entire memory cards have been sacrificed at the altar of petals. Instagram, I am told, is
Monochrome Flowers Read More »