There are days when the world seems to have misplaced its sense of direction, its spectacles, and possibly the instruction manual on how to find your way back to sanity. The outlook is gloomy, the weather is behaving like a disgruntled landlord, the to-do list is breeding overnight, and one begins to suspect that the
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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 »
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,
An Afternoon of Food, Wandering, and a Rather Moody Sunset Read More »
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,
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 »