She ran through the frame
Dressed in all the right bright colours
A child’s exuberance
Equal to the vibrance
Of the setting
Click click click
Went the shutter
All good
But one click
Is perfect
Ephemeral moment
Eternally captured
Category: Creation Tales
Shadow Selfie
I have to admit there are an overabundance of road pics in my catalogue, photographs in which various streets, highways, byways and gravel tracks from my travels serve as the primary subject of a landscape. Mind you, I’m not apologizing for that. We photograph and write about what we know and love, and I love few things more than being behind the wheel of a car (or pedaling a bicycle) through unknown country. Over 40+ years of driving and cycling I’ve amassed several hundreds of thousands of miles wheeling on just about every road surface imaginable.
Safe to say, I know roads.
Clouds in the Window
Beyond the window
Only clouds
Though comes the wind
To move them on
While they clear
We could explore
The world we’re in
There’s so much more
Or linger here
We may enjoy
What is revealed
While clouds move on
Penultimate Sunrise in the Big Smoke
It was the last full day in India. The smoke had been chokingly thick for the entire month I’d spent in the north, and Delhi hadn’t even been the worst of it. Still, I’d found a decent rate at a decent hotel (some small comfort in exchange for the respiratory distress) on the edge of Old Delhi’s fantastical Chandni Chowk markets for the final days before my flight home.
The Unlikely Path
Photography came early. In high school. Late ‘70s. With my father’s Nikkormat and Mr. Haust’s photography class. There was a year as a “Photographic Illustration” undergrad at Rochester Institute of Technology, one of the best photography schools in the Americas, at the end of which my professor said, “Patrick, I don’t think you’re going to be a photographer.” In the sense that he meant, at the time, he was right. I’m not much of a “Photographic Illustrator”; I don’t make my living from photography. But, then, here am I.
Ganga Angel
I don’t photograph people all that often. Landscapes, abstracts, architecture. I like to work with compositional forms, with textures, with the play of light, looking at things that stay still for the camera, for my eye. Thinking on it now, there’s a deep level of intimacy in my approach to the subject as I circle and study it, taking numerous test shots while seeking just the right frame, just the right POV.
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
People ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #119
Landscapes, abstracts and architecture, a world of line and form, texture and atmospheric mood. A vision intended to evoke sensations, even emotions in the viewer, especially wonder, awe and appreciation of beauty. Camera in hand, this is the vision I seek to express through the lens.
Fractured Flash
I pan the camera
180 degrees
Seawall to Seawall
From Lions Gate span
Into Eastern sun
Morning fog
Laying low
180 degrees
Seawall to Seawall
From Lions Gate span
Into Eastern sun
Morning fog
Laying low
Three times
A pair of runners
Find the frame
One time coming
One time going
And one time
In a fractured flash
As they pass before me
The Birds
They flock
The gulls
To feed
On seed
And bread
That’s thrown
From boats
On which
The tourists
View
The banks
Where
Funeral
Pyres burn
All day
And night
The gulls
To feed
On seed
And bread
That’s thrown
From boats
On which
The tourists
View
The banks
Where
Funeral
Pyres burn
All day
And night
Marker on the Way Home
She’s my marker
The jewellery seller
Leaning against
The Tower of Baba
The jewellery seller
Leaning against
The Tower of Baba
I stop by her ad-hoc shop
Mapping my way home
In my mind
From here
A set of stairs
Like a hundred others
All along the the Ganga banks
For miles north and south
Except these stairs
Lead home, almost straight
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