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Christmas brings joy to the season. Nature too joined the celebrations with blessing showering in an unusual way this time around.
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White Christmas. from Manoj Pururshothaman on Vimeo.
Christmas brings joy to the season. Nature too joined the celebrations with blessing showering in an unusual way this time around.
I like this subtle humor about this image.
I think this man was bit of a dim wit, trying to converse with me in broken context. The slightly baffled me was but charmed by the details in the patio from a couple of centuries ago. The pastel shade of the pillar was particularly pleasing. Those 2 missing roof tiles mimicked his missing teeth.It was home time in this summer camp and he was pushed around by all friends. They made fun of him for crying that morning when I had attempted taking his pictures. He took only a while to make up his mind. He himself requested me for a smiling picture instead. This ear-to-ear grin was his answer to all friends.
Proving a point on the face of adversity has no age barrier.Blogging has helped me rediscover myself.
To relive and eulogize on those fleetings moments hit by the shtterbug.
To bring out those images and their stories from 'Selective Amnesia' and to feel the freedom of being less burdened, less inhibited.
And more fulfilling of all was to rediscover an old friendship after about 6 years of missing it. Maybe I was expecting it someday that she will chance into this posting on her and reach out for me from somewhere. And God, she did and wrote "I was bent, broken, beaten, twisted out of recognition and I did not know me anymore....Have rented a lovely 1 bedroom flat that has a window with a view. Have bought worldspace. Have adopted a child financially. Am trying to find happiness in small little everyday things. Have 18 plants. "
Despite all the bitterness life had lavished on her in the meanwhile, she emerges with those twinkles intact.
Maybe, when it seems like your life is slipping through your fingers tonsuring head could be the immediate step that could liberate your self to selfless abandon. I understand it as a gesture of complete surrender from worldly worries of looks, perceptions, projections and pride in thyself.
To be honest, when I promised to write more on 'framing a face in hair' I never imagined myself writing about pates minus its 'copper tinted tresses' instead.
Well you never know what life has in store. And the storyline continues...on shooting people and related thoughts!
This Buddhist monk was in his own world musing with a meditative, middle distance gaze. Impressed with the subject and particularly the colours I politely asked in English permission to take his picture. He just raised his eyebrow and chose to remain silent and elusive. Provoked by his neglect I shot him right away!
This picture happened way back in '95, Nisargadhama, Coorg.
Later in the evening while visiting their Tibetan monastry in Kushalnagar I realised that most of them can't follow English and when they chose to speak they speak Tibetan language. Ten years later I find myself facinated by Buddhism and what it takes for that mysterious smile in his eyes..
Look for repeated patterns in the middle of a rather unglamorous event to create impressive images.
Intersting patterns emerged out of this untidy bachelor pad when I started thinking in black & white. Check out the circles, ellipses and boxes repeating - in the cycle wheels, center table and quite surprisingly on the floor too! I decided to limit the boy just as part fo the view from inside. The woven cane and linen screens add textures. Distracting the viewer to details at the same time limting the main subject to its deserving prominence only.
Note the door behind her for a vertical referance point.
Unless I had titlted the frame she would have looked really bogged down by her thoughtful mood - perhaps making her look more sad than being contemplative.
Here the tilt attributes some balance and confidence to the subject.
I particularly adore that lost feeling in her eyes!
It was this lonley huge temple in Kumbhakonam where the only visitors for that morning seemed to be us. The new generation of priests appeared to be perennially idlling away their time. Mostly they didnt even talk, leave alone chant. But whenever they did they did it so vociferously. An occasional devotee might find it terribly out of place or insulting in most such temples - of boredom. Note the indifferent posture of the figure in the foreground in contrast to the eager silhouette. Later, disinterestedly and dispassionately they even suggested that we spare some tip money.
My friend aghora tells me that the pillar to the left of the door represents the 'Kalasha, with the tree of life'. Well, through those ages life apparently overflowed with all its might that the rulers and artisans took it to themselves to document the celebration of life so profusely in these temples.
Visits to these temples are a gruesome reminder of our times where the depressing Salvador Dalis & 'Guernica 's happen to be what we are destined to treasure for the coming generations.
This old man was sititing beside me and reading shlokas in the saraswathi mandapam in Kollor Mookambika temple, south Karnataka. At this age was he also there in search of knowledge? I guess the quest is ageless. The same morning I had initiated my barely three year old son Hrishikesh into learning, drawing as well as photography in the same saraswathi mandapam.
It had been drizzling throught he day and the moist air adds a nostalgic glow to the light.
Nostalgic indeed it is. I was able to visit this temple- the enernal seat of learning - after longing to be there for so many years. They say unless the deity wishes so you will not be able to visit her, no matter what. Maybe this time she wanted me to and I could stay on for 3 days.
The template mast and the pillar oil lamp establishes the temple premises. The sacred chants printed on the cloth worn by the old man seem only natuaral.
One of the many nostalgic images for many a men I'm sure. The onlooker is watching the finishing touches for a 'Theyyam' backstage.
The charm about most of the temple festivals in Kerala is that it follows rigth after your summer exams. Festivals are a rewarding reason to wrap up your textbooks for two months. The Drum beats, the freedom and enigma of late nights, the caparisoned elephants, the folklore, the fare, the fireworks...the works! And then you grow up and move away to cities. And lead rest of your life in longing...to come back.
The descend of these performers and their ritualistic ways of putting on costumes and make up is equally enticing and theatrical as the performance itself.
I wish I had waited till the performer turned towards me. But by then the onlooker would have left for the rest of 'the enigma' in waiting!
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There wasn't any cobblestoned pathways leading to this door and this wasn't shot in Morocco.
I composed this frame in a temple in Daarasuram(?).
Quite often it happens that you are caught within a composition of sorts wondering "but whats the subject?" Explore the best ways to bank on various possibilities available, like in this case the sheer drama of contrasting colours. Individually such elements may not evoke any interest but when juxtaposed appropriately could elevate the image to an artful expression.
Contrast is a phenomenon that extends to human relationships, emotions and thinking too! But is little accomodating than in art I guess! Wish life too were 'picture perfect'.
Appearing as if in search of something, this bunch of bulls were in fact basking in the sunshine in a chilly morning in Thalakkaveri, Coorg. Meditative and sculptural they strike a pose that allows one to appreciate its dominant male form.
Bull and its virile male symbolism has its traces in mythology, astrology and contemporary business too. Gladiators, Lord Shiva, Taurians, Stock market...the imagery is vast and varied.
I think the low angle perspective enhances the dominating nature of the subject.
Use of silhouette takes away the unnecessary detail. Read more on silhouettes that elevates your subjects to art forms .
At Dakshin Chitra, Chennai these ladies seemed to be killing time post lunch. Slowly I could close in and get on top of the ledge and look down through my viewfinder. They were steeped in chirpy discussion and scribbling Kolam patterns with chalk on the terracota tiles. Exchanging and experimenting new designs from each other was their way of killing time I learned.
Like many a custom Kolam also subtly combines culture, tantra, mathematics, art, faith, worship and lifestyle into this South Indian custom for ages. Mathematics, as they draw around the various sets of dots placed methodically.
Though employed as sweepers, their design sensibilities clearly had a bearing on their work environments too.
When I asked them to "look up" from their ground realities, coyly they obliged.
Thats me in blissful abandon. For a change this one is not my shot, but is my shot.
A joyous reminder in life that those fleeting moments of extacy did exist!
Remember it was a rainy day in Fort Cochin, Kerala. Note how the backdrop with chinese fishing nets et all., give out the time and place. I was 'supposedly' lying on the tip of a fishing boat like the one you see in the corner.
I simply love the poster like composition of this shot by a friend.
Some models have it in them, some don't.
I'm talking about the ability to communicate to the camera - directly. It is quite fascinating an experience when you come across one. For them just three 'people' exist: they themselves, the camera and sometimes the photographer. Personifying a machine to such levels can deliver some flattering results.
I remember that this teenager too was crazy in her own ways. Wanting to be a post-women one among them. Watch that attitude behind that gaze at the lens.
However, it is quite a task indeed to get such comfort levels from an amatetur. Gradually we learn that there is much more to it than exposure, aparture and shutterspeed while shooting people. Serendipity strikes only when you shift focus on the personality rather than the person.
Engaging the subject in an evocative conversation often helps, only if you don't get carried away.
The ultimate style diva and bollywood actress Rekha ( of Silsila, Ultsav...) gives her best shots while pouting at her own image in a mirror.
Yet another mundane subject. Want to cook up a story?
Well, but shooting into the mirror could be quite a shattering experience! Unless you focus on an illusionary point which exists beyond the mirror itself. Thats because the image in the mirror is an illusion that supposedly exists the same distance behind the surface of the mirror. Didn't get that, rigth?
Take this. The subject is 3 feet in front of you. The mirror is further 5 feet away from the subject but mirror, subject and you in almost one line. To capture the reflection of the subject you must focus 3' + 5' + 5' = 13 feet. That is a total of thirteen feet from you and into the mirror. Got it?
When you talk about the depth of a well, tunnel, ocean etc., you mean a tangible stuff. At the same time when you refer to the 'depth' of a person, his understanding, feeling or awareness its largely a matter of perception in our mind. Nothing tangible about it.
Isn't it a surprisingly similar a process that happens when your camera reaches forward to an illusion and is able to focus clearly on it?
Seems like camera also has a mind of its own!
What is the subject you see in this image?
What I noticed was the sexy way these two trailors are locked up using just one lock!
Can't remember why I chose this angle some 9 years ago. I was not quite exposed to this 'zen school of photography' either. The harsh midnoon sun just burns out most of the foreground. The graphic nature adds to the intrigue. and this becomes a rather graphic portrayal. A tribute to the trust factor and bonding between two neighborhood businessmen. They possibly could be selling the same thing ( competitors!?) but returns home to this brotherhood and bonding. I quite miss something here!
I know it sounds a bit like a typical Hindi movie plot - brothers separted soon after birth and all that...but then thats the whole point. Imaginatively shot mundane subjects could help viewers cook up a story you see!
Ever noticed? Often, portraits singularly remain the photographer's persepctive and intepretation of his/her subjects. This over-the-shoulder peep shot tries to imbibe what the subject is experiencing instead. The temptation, the fear, the joy and mystery of her about to step into the pond of waterlillies suddenly becomes the spectator's too.
Very evocative and particularly poetic.
Accademically what is more interesting is its strange composition. Without tilting the camera the subject is placed diagonally in a rather straight frame ( note the subject in relation to the horizontal lines of the steps ). The bend torso does the trick!
Come to think of it, the three dimentional space intepreted in a two dimentional space can be pretty - complex.
Its a case of appreciating someone else's point of view - quite a virtue isn't it?