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
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