Hills always attract me. Even more so, when the distant snow covered peaks are visible. Every winters, these glimmering white peaks become my favorite subject for photography. Different peaks, different weather conditions, varying time of the day… these peaks are very dynamic! Every day presents a new subject.
(Is that an early morning snow storm on the peak that I just captured?)
Yesterday, I had a special photo-assignment to complete. A photoshoot at our own Maini’s Hill Cottages. This was for some ‘not-too-professional’ modeling shots, later to be shared on social media and for marketing. As always, photography for me is not just being behind the camera and going click click click. Every assignment is a story. A story to be told and remembered. This one was no different.
(This is from a couple of days earlier. I was hoping to see the snow-capped peaks again on this trip)
Once again, I happened to be spending some time at Natadol. The rains had been incessantly going on for many days and there seemed to have been a short break. Right time to look after the garden, collect some fruits and enjoy some walks under the tall trees. My friend says that I am in love with the place. Maybe he is correct after all.
Hot summer season and lazy sunny days… a perfect hint to take rest in the lap of nature, on the hills. On the last weekend, that’s what I did. With a couple of friends, we planned on staying at our cottages in Natadol (Maini’s Hill Cottages). The evening passed quickly in the company of friends, chatting, while sitting under the starlight. For the next morning, we planned on a nature walk along with our resident nature guide. It was hard to sleep at night in the expectation of early morning walk. When the first rays of light hit the snow-peaks, I was up and ready with my camera.
On way to Bhimtal, from Kathgodam, there is this rock which has become a stop over point for many tourists. Some click selfies and others just sit there. The rock is located just before the town of Bhimtal and on the side of the road. Some of the locals are scared of going near it. What is it that attracts tourists to this point and why is that bad?
On a wet autumn evening, when the clouds are all over the sky and thunderstorms frequent, only a handful of people want to venture out. For photographers, these are opportunities to be encashed. Beautiful photographs can be made. With a plan to capture some beautiful fall pictures, I stepped out with a group of friends. Leaving the comfort of dry place behind, we trekked on a muddy path, with our feet wet, mud everywhere but spirits high! After all, we were in the lap of nature.
Most of the time when I want to travel or indulge in photography, I prefer to hit the hills. Somehow they never fail to attract me. Armed with my camera, I just need a reason to escape to the hills. I started early morning on one fine day for one such trip. After photographing the first rays of the sun and a few landscapes in the crisp chilling weather of autumn, hunger struck me. Was it because I could smell something nice being cooked at a small roadside shack? Maybe that this was exactly what was needed for the famished photographer.
