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Walking on the road,
with the weight on the head,
weight of her work,
weight of her world,
weight of the empty stomachs,
waiting back home.
Walking on the road,
with a heart filled with pressure,
a heart filled with will,
a heart filled with love,
a heart filled with tears,
waiting back home.
Walking on the road,
with a hope for the life,
a hope for her present,
a hope for her future,
waiting back home.
Just a few lines I thought of when I was thinking about this woman. I just thought of her kids waiting back home for their mom to return with daily income which buys their food. And their life. Good luck lady.
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A sunset from 30 Dec 2012. Yes I know it would have made more sense if this was from 31st Dec. But I didn’t get one that day. So need to adjust with what I have
I will never really get bored with sunsets or sunrises. Would you?
A Great Cormorant eating its catch after fighting for protecting it. The flock of cormorants swims in groups. Then suddenly all of them dive underwater only to emerge a few moments later. Sometimes one of them catches a fish and suddenly everyone around tries to grab the fish. So every fish theyeat is well-earned.
Taken at Pashan Lake, Pune, Maharashtra, India.
Story behind the photo:
I met these kids in the photo on a trip in rural areas in Pune district. The kids were from a village situated in hills and had very less contact with outside world. Only one or two buses visit in a day, no other means of transport… so these kids walk almost 7-8 kilometers everyday to school. And best part is they did not mind it… they were happy to walk because they wanted to go to school.
That day, they got lift to their school in a Mitsubishi Outlander.. (one of my photographer friends was driving the car all by himself, he was more than happy to give them a lift..)
A grasshopper … God knows where he is going… most probably to hop over the grass… One thing I admire about these little insects is their ability to stay at same place for long time… which unfortunately, has been something I have tried to learn (for years) and failed…
But again, if I wasn’t jumping around in bushes around my house so much (with my camera), then I wouldn’t have gotten this photo..
(I took this photo while I was chasing insects (bees n all) around my house at Karad, Maharashtra, India)
First photo from my new-old Helios M44-5 f/2 58mm screw mount manual lens.. I got it from Ebay, cheap. And results of the lens are pretty good for starters. Though the coating on some glasses is gone but I am not sure what would be the effect of this on photos.. but there only one way to find out.. and I will soon.
Please let me know if anyone else has such a lens and please share some tips/experiences.
Whoever finds the fish first will eat it.. of course.
But I observed these Painted Storks a while.. the one on the left was kinda bully and would make the other one fly away to other area for fishing. This was a rare moment when both got along for some time.
Shot at Pashan Lake, Pune.
While walking on the Ghats of Alandi last weekend, I saw an old man getting ready after the bath in the holy river. My principle of street photography is try to not shove the camera on the face of someone even before they realize what’s happening. I saw a lot of fellow photographers do the same that day. When I saw this man wrapping his new turban on his head, I went to him and waited politely till he finished adjusting it. In the meantime I struck a conversation with him and told him how vibrant and cool his turban was. He was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I was talking to him and my camera was hanging by my neck being ignored at the moment. He did not say much but gave me a nice smile as a grandpa would give his grand-kid. Our little chat was interrupted by some pro photographer who called him out from some distance to take his photo. The old man was little irritated by the way the other person asked him to pose and immediately turned his back on him to continue talking with me. I did not want to spoil the man’s day by starting it with getting irritated by someone. So I told him not to mind the photographers as they can’t help but notice his awesome turban which he had fitted expertly. On this he smiled again and happily obliged when I asked if I can take his photo.
I don’t have much experience in photographing strangers on road. But I think people feel good when person taking their photo for no reason actually is a human and finds them interesting. I have seen a lot of confused or irritated people after they posed/let someone take a photo and the photographer just walked away without saying a word.
TL;DR : When you take photos of strangers, talk to them, or at least say thank you.
The old man in photo actually bid me farewell by saying ‘Jay Ram Krishna Hari’ (Bless the lord.., a way of greeting here in Maharashtra). For me this smile is worth a thousand photos..
I went to a weekend photo-shoot arranged by our local photographers community P@P (Photographers @ Pune). This time we had gone to visit a place named Alandi. It is a holy place and pilgrimage center. We had a lot of fun shooting photos and learning from other photographers.
About this photo: We were at Alandi at Sunrise just catch the golden hours (morning light). This kid was swimming a little away from others as he wanted to cross the river by himself in one go. His little brother was chatting with me and telling about all things they were doing there, noticed his brother and called him to draw his attention to camera. As I was sporting my favorite 55-250, I easily picked him out from halfway across the river. (it is not a big river at all, more like a canal). Anyway, this is what I got. A nice smile and a hearty thank you when he saw the photo later.
A photo of Pujari, a worshiper of our GramDevta (God of the village). Took this on occasion of yearly village festival (Fair). Taken with my new nifty fifty.
I was watching a flock of these green birds (The Oriental White-Eye I guess) take bath in our front yard. Later they sat on nearby trees in pairs to dry themselves..
Another pair… click on images to view bigger versions..
And this is how they took the bath
Everyday, early in the morning, somebody delivers our newspaper. We never really see him unless the same guy comes for collecting the monthly paper bill. One day I woke up early to test out how my new DSLR performs in morning light. I was just around my apartment, taking photos of birds when I spotted this bicycle. I took this photo and decided to wait for the paper guy. But I turned to take photo of a Sparrow for a moment and he was already gone. I guess being fast and being efficient about it is in the job description of a newspaper guy. I guess I will see him some other day.
This photo reminds me of my poem The End … It’s not related this person though.. One day, everyone will reach a point in their life where they have to take support of someone, of a stick or Or nothing. Life.
Innocence. A beautiful thing we so-called grown-ups have lost on the way…
He was insistent that I take a photo of him and that too a good one. Still managing to look innocent enough to make do it Cheers.
Early morning shot of clouds. I don’t know what mother nature was trying to make of these clouds But they surely look good.
A new Sunset of the same Sun from the same roof of my house… A new addition to earlier Sunset photos from same roof http://thyperspective.wordpress.com/category/sunsets/
I got myself a DSLR last week. Canon 1100D. I have tried to learn how to use it effectively over last few days. And I don’t think I am progressing fast enough. Anyway, here is a photo I took on Sunday morning in one of the fields around my home. It is a Crane of some kind but I was unable to get its scientific name from the net.
(Update: Apparently, it is not a Crane but an Egret. Thanks Anshul and RashMe.
) ..I would really appreciate it if anybody can point me in right direction.
Anshul (@brainstuck) December 26, 2011
Here is the exif info. I got this using Jeffery’s Exif Viewer. I am also trying my hand at post processing. But it looks like un-calibrated monitors tend to mess up with it. I doubt this photo will have too much contrast for some people.
|Camera:||Canon EOS 1100D|
|Lens:||Canon EF-S55-250mm f/4-5.6 IS II
Shot at 194 mm
|Exposure:||Auto exposure, Aperture-priority AE, 1/256 sec, f/5.6, ISO 100|
|Flash:||Off, Did not fire|
|Focus:||AI Focus AF, with a depth of field of from 6.52 m to 5.9 m.
AF Area Mode: Multi-point AF or AI AF
Random set of flowers from my Dad’s pooja thali. Everyday he or mom pick these flowers from our front yard. This is one more proof of me waking up early some day as they do pooja really early in the morning
Also here is one more Flower in my hand photo.. but this one is just okayish so gets secondary treatment Click on it to see in full size.
Last pic should be censored I guess All these photos are taken with my camera Olympus FE 25 (Yes this is a camera )
Also see: I took this one with my old mobile Sony Ericsson K750.
I am totally obsessed with taking photos of droplets. I never let go any chance of doing it. I shot photos in this collection after it rained suddenly on one fine summer afternoon. Nearly all photos are from same tree. Makes me wish I had a DSLR with a macro zoom lens. Anyway, here is link to one of my older photos which still remains my best water drop photo ever. (Click here or on the below thumbnail)
Few months ago, I went to Pandharpur (most famous holy place in Maharashtra, visited by millions every year) with my Dad and his friends. The day we were there was the most important day for the followers of Lord Vitthal. Authorities reported that more than 1,100,000 people visited that place on same day. I was not the only one with camera but no one really pays attention to anyone. They are all too worried about crowd and getting to see their beloved lord. Anyway, this kid caught my eye and I responded with a camera click. Though I nearly lost sight of my dad and it took 20 minutes for me to find him later (where Dad n his friends were joking about me being lost and police finding me crying in a corner calling ‘Pappa.. Pappa’.. did not happen!).
Sometimes, when I am at my home(town, Karad), I wake up early. As soon as I realize that it’s too early to be true, I rush to the terrace of my home to look at the Sunrise. This happens rarely. :LOL:
Anyway, on one such occasion, I woke up a little late and realized I had missed the sunrise by a large margin. Though it was not that late and Sun was still just a warm shiny ball in the sky (and not the burning hell ). So I decided to take a walk through the farms around my home (No, we don’t own them). As usual, most of the farms had Sugarcane as its very common crop in my region. This particular Sugarcane farm in photo was tallest of all. It had flowered and was at its most beautiful stage in its life-span.
The leafs of sugarcane were rustling loudly. It was like standing next to a school during the lunch-time. The leaves seemed to be talking to each other. After straining my ears a little, I thought I heard the tallest one boasting about things he could see around him. Others must be impressed as they were rustling excitedly. But few on the border of the field were slumped. They had seen what had happened to the canes in the next field. They had seen their neighbors being cut brutally by humans and then loaded into carts and trucks. They were taken away, somewhere. The canes on border seemed to be shaken to have witnessed the act of brutality but I guess they were afraid to pass on the message to others. They knew they were next…
Thinking on hypothetical conversation of these Sugarcane’s, a thought struck me. What would you do if you were at their place? What if there was some big storm was coming and there was nothing you could have done to save anyone from it? What would you do if you see the end coming? Would you enlighten the ignorant about the dreadful future? Or you would let them stay in the bliss of ignorance and the innocent assumption that worlds is simply as beautiful as their innocent minds? Would you make them live last few moments of their lives in fear? Or not?
What would I do?… Honestly, I don’t know.
I ignored the conversation of the leaves and ignored the questions arising in my mind. Well, they were hypothetical anyway. I just stood there feeling the warmth of the rising Sun over the coolness of morning breeze. I stood there smelling the sweetness of fresh air, thanking god for such a sweet morning. Worries can be worried about later, enjoy the show while you still can.
Life is not as simple as it seems, or may be, it is.
I wonder why is this insect called as LadyBug? Interesting. Ladies keep bugging their respective ‘bug’able objects (men, most probably). The poor bug is stuck with being called a ladybug
Coccinellidae is a family of beetles, known variously as ladybirds (UK, Ireland, Australia, Sri Lanka, Pakistan, South Africa, New Zealand, India, Malta, some parts of Canada and the US), or ladybugs (North America). Scientists increasingly prefer the names ladybird beetles or lady beetles as these insects are not true bugs. Lesser-used names include God’s cow, ladyclock, lady cow, and lady fly.
Early morning. Around 7.30 AM. Somewhere on Nagar Road, Pune.
The old man picks up his lunch box and shoulders his hammer. He quickly bows to the God’s idol in the corner, says a quick prayer and hits the road. A day just like any other day.
This is the story of any of the men in the photo. Only hammer gets replaced by something else like a handbag, a broomstick, a bag of goods, a vehicle or just an id card. But the story remains the same. No matter how glossy, glassy and classy your work environment is, your story is same as this old man.
He goes to work, works hard, gets his pay and thanks god at the end of the day for giving him power enough to earn his bread. Does he have regrets? Wishes? a bucket list? May be. He wishes he could do a lot of things other than his daily work. He does not get the chance. But does that make him regret his life? Most probably not. Because he knows that there is no use of regrets or negative feelings, they will just spoil the taste of your life. Live it as it comes to you, strive to be better, strive to be worthy of a better life.
Life is not as simple as it seems, or may be, it is.
Fire for festival Holi at my home at Karad, Maharashtra, India.
In Maharashtra, Holi is mainly associated with the burning of Holika. Holi Paurnima is also celebrated as Shimga. A week before the festival, youngsters go around the community, collecting firewood and money. On the day of Holi, the firewood is arranged in a huge pile at a clearing in the locality. In the evening, the fire is lit. Every household makes an offering of a meal and dessert to the fire god. Puran Poli is the main delicacy and children shout “Holi re Holi puranachi poli”. Shimga is associated with the elimination of all evil. The color celebrations here traditionally take place on the day of Rangapanchami, 5 days after Holi, unlike in North India where it is done on the second day. During this festival, people are supposed to forget about any rivalries and start new healthy relations with all.
It took really long to capture this little devil! It’s too quick and blends in with earth so seamlessly that you won’t see it even if you are just few feet away from it. I love taking pics of Dragonfly’s
Click on the photo to see bigger version!!
Yellow is my second least favorite color(first being the pink ). But this flower has some different feel. I do not know what tree it is from. It flower which becomes a fruit afterwards. This one fell down in front of me and landed smoothly in the lap of a caring leaf. It will rest there until wind blows it away or it dies and falls apart itself.
Each time I upload a photo here, I struggle with text to put along with it. I remember when I started this blog, I had thought of posting things along every photo. But as soon as I started, I realized I just like taking photos but I suck at describing them. Looks like I should hire someone to do this.
Anyway, this damn butterfly very same I posted here. I remember taking around 20 photos of it. My mom was doing something in front yard while I was running around behind this butterfly. Someone might suggest that I should get a camera with a good zoom lens…. I agree. But my pocket doesn’t. At least not now. So when I got tired and the butterfly decided to go someplace else where no person with point n shoot camera (which requires subject to be less than 10 inches close to get this kind of photo) will disturb its peace.
So now I have a decent(and indecent) portfolio of this butterfly on my computer. I am sure this butterfly would not be alive now to see its photo make to Internet. But I am sure it would have clapped its hands with excitement and said, “….”… well I don’t know what it would have said, I don’t speak butterfly.
Doesn’t it look like what people call modern art or something? No? May be I need to check what exactly is modern art then… Anyway, this is just another Sunrise pic, taken from front yard of my home at Karad… I just love being there and catching the Sunrise (which does not happen often even though I am there every other weekend )… I have a lots of photos of silhouettes like this one, I just never get bored with taking photos of Sun(rise&set).
It’s just a butterfly… I had to chase it hard to get it properly on camera. Disadvantage of not having a DSLR with zoom lens
The clouds you see in this photo are nothing but a trail left by smoke coming out of a jet plane. If you were fond of watching airplanes passing overhead high in the sky in your childhood, you will remember seeing this….
Hi... I am Sudarshan. This is my attempt at photography using whatever cameras I have at hand :)