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 […]
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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