It is an unwritten law of nature that we humans are, on the whole, a remarkably ungrateful species. One may be sitting in a garden on a quiet afternoon, watching a squirrel perform impossible acrobatics on a tree branch, or listening to rain tapping softly on an old roof, when a face from the past
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There was a time when taking a photograph involved patience, uncertainty, and occasionally mild financial recklessness. You bought a roll of film with the seriousness of a man buying ammunition before a small war. Negatives mostly, slide film if you were feeling extravagant. Every frame mattered. Every click cost money. Photography, therefore, was less of
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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 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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