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PORTRAIT RURAL

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Natural Beauty: Without effort, Care, Concern, Competition or Comparisions.

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I was walking around in a park. And of course it was beautiful. And I looked at what was before me: the plants, trees, light, colour, translucence, silence, beauty, harmony, design, co-habitation, and of course the ever-present gentle wind-if you know what I mean. Caressing, comforting, cajoling, whispering. And mostly, just being with you.
And I was touched at the untouched, effortless beauty. My mind wandered to the ‘aids’ we resort to. You know the list. And being a photographer my mind listed the bag of tricks that we have-Photoshop, the prime named culprit, with its endless plugins, effects, etc etc etc. (Yes, I do use if, whatever little I know of it). To Enhance, Brighten, Colour, Saturate, Selective Colour, Process, Cross Process….the list is endless as you know……And then finally, we are pleased with our own version of ‘beauty’ or whatever we want to possess and call our own.
I guess we cannot love or leave anything ‘as they are’. They MUST be converted into ‘our own image and likeness’ before it satisfies us-or gives us a sense of ‘owning’ it.
Of course I am not speaking of Creative, Original, Inspirational work that is produced and which has its tools.
Back to the ‘Garden’: I see no ‘competition’ between the plants or the bushes, or leaves and branches. There is such deep respect. (Self-respect?)
Is this what the mytics called just ‘BEING’, and what another text says : Look, they neither toil nor worry, and are arrayed in finer clothes that King Solomon’.
I see the wind, gently flying across the landscape of light and gently caressing the leaves and the trees…..maybe just teasing them with her touch?….
(That reminds me to share with you another experience of ‘Light and Shadow’ on the blog…..hopefully soon).
Is that why lovers go to the park? Sit on isolated benches? Hold hands? And whisper nothings? Just ‘be’ themselves?
Its as if the whole of nature conspires -against you? That depends where you are.
But am certain, we are all needed to ‘complete’ this picture. Alone, together, broken, hurt, rejected, afraid, doubtful, unwilling, fearful, all are invited. Sceptics, atheists, believers, doubters : of every kind. Walking, prancing, hopping, skipping, jumping, with walking stics and crutches, All are invited to this Feast.

THE GIRL AND THE TAJ MAHAL.

THE GIRL AND THE TAJ MAHAL
THE GIRL AND THE TAJ MAHAL

THE GIRL AND THE TAJ MAHAL

‘ What a stunner! Wow,what a killer!’

That was Shantakumar at his inimitable, irrepressible and incisive best. As usual. He meant  course, the girl in the photograph going through my Fine Art Print collection.

I was delighted to hear him say that. The photograph had succeeded. The purpose had been served. Yet again.

Yes, that was exactly the idea: The Taj was a good backdrop. A metaphor perhaps. White, elegant, distant, and silent it added an unexpected depth to the photograph. But without doubt, the star for me was the forlorn child from the village who kept observing ‘the tourist photographer’.

Had she not watched other photographers over the years? Perhaps been even ‘shoo-ed’ away from the frame,  just in case….?

I remember the first caption that I wrote for the photograph (way back in 2007 )  went something like this: ..’ a village girl from across the river behind The Taj Mahal scrutinizes the photographer as he composes his photograph, least suspecting that it is she and not The Taj that is the focus of his composition…’

Sometimes, you take a photograph, – good or bad does’ nt matter- and you forget about it. It is an instantaneous, impulsive, instinctive act. Much like an animal hunting its prey. And then you forget about it. Sometimes, it is  days, or weeks, and perhaps years that pass by. And then as suddenly you re-discover it. Afresh.

You see the image with new eyes.

Yes, it is heartbreaking as well as beautiful on so many levels. Look at the sheer posture of the ‘village’ girl: her arms gracefully wrapped around herself: one arm folded and the other,  rests on her shoulders. The Grace. The balance. The composure. The utter beauty of the moment. No directions, no posing….just a safe, innocent, unselfconscious self-forgetfulness that childhood is all about.

 

Thank you Shanta. You invariably hit the nail on the head.

 

 

WHAT DO THE BLIND SEE ?

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WHAT CAN THE BLIND MAN 'SEE'?

I was travelling in the local train and watched the blind man go about his singing in the train.
It turned out, watching the people was an eye-opener.

Perhaps, the blind ‘sense’ us. Perhaps, they see us as ‘trees’, shapes, figures, abstract entities. A mass of shape and form, texture, size, voice, timbre, odour, feelings- things that they can ‘see’ in themselves.

What about “us”?

What do ‘we, who see,’ see when we see the blind?

Just the blind?

Who is blind?

WHO ARE YOU ? WHO AM I ?

THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S EYE

“Who are you?”

The question was lobbed at me out of the blue from someone in an email.

“How come you write so well?’  it continued.
“Were u a Lecturer? Teacher? Writer?
Were u a Photographer always or ? Mystery…..”

“There’s poetry in in your photographs. they are lyrical

….sensitive too.. Are u a student of Literature?”

“Mystery.”

I love that word.

That is the pain, the joy, the missing puzzle, the question,

the hunger, the thirst, the longing…

..all put into a single, beautiful word ‘mystery.’

Mystery: What compels an artist to ‘capture’,

a painter to ‘paint’ a writer to ‘write and weave a story’

a sculptor to create a figure…..

Mystery: what propels a seeker and a searcher,

the muse and  the mystic alike on a journey that has no foreseeable end.

Infact, is’nt it the very thing that turns, people into seekers?

Make us fall in love?

And ALL our lives we are after the elusive,

untouchable, indescribable, ‘something’  and make  us risk everything?

And we can never find it, much less put it in words……

Listen to the depth of the cry, a  prayer of medieval saint:

‘O God, that I may know Thee, and that I may know myself .’

What do I seek  when I shoot ‘ordinary’ people?

What makes me want to do ‘portraits’, street photographs?

Candid Photography? Still Life?

What am I after?

What do I want?

Who am I ?

More questions than answers.

Is’nt that  the summary of being a human being.

Without a question like that, wouldn’t  life be just a slumber?

A duty?  A dull, monotonous, ‘meaningless, chasing after the wind’

as the  Good Book says?

This is one question that wakes you up.

THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S EYE:   Portrait of a Photographer friend Rahul Patel, taken with his camera during a conversation over coffee has now become a treasured possession for his family. ‘How do you capture that in a brief moment like that?’ is a question that I  am delighted to hear.

 

THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S EYE
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