A thing of beauty is a joy forever. A roman bath in Bath!

One year! I find it hard to believe that I’ve reached this milestone! When I started I had no idea if I’d find the motivation to continue with this for so long. Of course, I never did attain the ideal of one new photo everyday but 257 photos in a year is one statistic I’m insanely proud of 🙂 Looking back, it had been an amazing ride so far. I’ve never had formal or even informal instruction in photography so whatever I picked up, good or bad, has been on my own. I’ve learnt so much, trying to see things in different and hopefully fresh/new ways, lost a little of my shyness in approaching people and shooting in public places. And in the process, I’ve begun to love looking at the world around me through a viewfinder. I hope this journey will continue for many more wonderful years.

And last but not definitely the last a big big thank you to all the visitors here. Thank you for your silent support. Without your invisible presence egging me on to shoot better the ride wouldn’t have been half the fun it has been!

(I’m off to England for a little vacation so a new post will be up only in the middle of next week.)

The paradoxical peace of sacred spaces while thousands die in/against the name of the same religion.

A quiet and empty street off the main road. She beckons, inviting random strangers to walk down and gaze at all the secret riches displayed behind every shop window. But not many take up the offer. Everyone is in a rush these days, trying to catch the green bus that never stops. But the street still calls, like a siren out at sea. It is apparent in the way the shadows sing, in the way the light laughs and in the way the occasional visitor just stands and gazes at everything on offer. Will you heed her call?

Look, look! Look at what I can do. I can make mysterious spirals out of silly ribbons. I can twirl and twist a piece of cloth to form the most amazing shapes. See, see! See the shapes I make!

Something from my archives.

On the other end we walked immersed in amiable banter, watching a glorious day unfold. The clouds gathered the town below in their soft embrace, the sky turned a rich and luxurious blue, a cool breeze sprang up over the water and ruffled our hair while the sun softly kissed our cheeks. We stood rooted to the spot, awestruck. Nature was having a field day with her elements.

With eyes of steel he stares down the world. A man made of darkness and bright sunshine, walking in a world all his own.

Standing alone, like a prima donna, she ignores the world around. Surrounded by the shining baubles of a superficial world she is nonchalant, confident of her infinite charm and easy allure. A stylish icon for the digital age and a madonna of the future, she’s got the look!

The heat, the wet wet heat clings to me like a second skin. I dream of blue lagoons, white sandy beaches, floating on water with a cool mango lassi, tongue numbed by ice-cubes. She laughs at my discomfort and dreams, a tinkling laugh flowing like a fresh waterfall.