There was a time, not terribly long ago, when “serious photographers” looked at mobile phone photography the way aristocrats once looked at instant coffee. Useful in emergencies perhaps, but not something one admitted to enjoying publicly. One carried proper cameras. Heavy cameras. Cameras with knobs, dials, weather sealing, magnesium alloy bodies and lenses large enough
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There was a time, not terribly long ago, when a walk meant precisely that. You put one foot in front of the other, occasionally paused to look at something that wasn’t trying to sell you anything, and returned home feeling vaguely improved as a human being. No one measured it, no one posted it, and
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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 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
A Sunset, Two Photographs and a very good Barbecue Read More »
(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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