It has been a few days since I last clicked some photographs. I have been busy with marketing activities and some finance-related matters. However, my camera is now calling me. It’s raining outside with occasional wet snow, but I do hope that the weather should improve soon.
While planning to write a better title, I thought and thought, but then I just wrote down the three words that came to my mind. Why waste time on a title when I have so much more to say? This article is just about these three words and how I got around to creating some panoramas.
(Himalayan peaks after snow-fall – captured just a few days earlier)
After spending a few years with bare necessities, I have now planned on getting all my stuff shifted to my new place. It is a small house but with a view of the hills. While packing my things, I saw a drawer full of 35mm slides or transparencies. There was a small portable slide viewer too along with them. All this was quite nostalgic and made me take a trip down the memory lane while I sat there, among all these priceless treasures scattered all around me. Packing tape and cartons could wait a few minutes.
Follow the leader. This was a game that I used to play as a kid. The aim was to follow the person who was chosen as the leader. Failure to follow the leader meant that I was out of the game. Quite frequently, I was left standing while the other kids went on playing. Now that I have grown up, I still fail to follow the leader.
A picture is worth a thousand words – so the famous saying goes. How I see it is that pictures have a language of their own. They express feelings. Feelings of joy, love, despair, sadness, pain, happiness, belonging… This language is the language of photography. It is a visual language!
The oldest camera mode is the Manual Mode. It is still found on all the present day cameras on the mode dial. An obsession for some, headache for some more and an unknown dark alley for most, manual mode is an interesting little mode in present day cameras.
Bike or Car… What has that got to do with photography? I’ll come to that very soon. Today, I was having a chat with one of my old friends. I am home, down with fever and on a very strict soup and diet regime. Going out for photography was out of question. Thankfully he spared time and chatted with me. Somehow we remembered the good old days when both of us had really inexpensive motorcycles (or bikes for short). As time passed by, both of us moved to different cities and kept our bikes. For me, my bike was the biggest help in reaching out to places unknown. Yes, this is where the photography comes in.