Even as snow has fallen in several parts of England and in the midst of this terrible cold, I found this last symbol of autumn still standing valiantly.
I have been rather uninspired lately; even when I do something that may make a worthy photograph I have been reluctant to make the effort to capture it. I would one day like to call myself a photographer, I say this not in a pretentious show of modesty expecting compliments which would contradict what I said – but I think I am still learning.
There was a time when by my standards, I could conjure up a good image out of a usually inharmonious setting, (again by my standards), but as of late I have been rather reluctant to take photographs. I have gone through phases; there was a time when I used to be fascinated by macros, then portraits, emotions and black and whites and so on. As it is now, I seem not to be in a phase and that is rather alarming to me. I hope I get out of my blocks soon and start clicking away very soon. I have a trip to Oxford this Sunday, hopefully that will open the flood gates.
I am a bit of a perfectionist and that works a lot against me, I take six to seven pictures of the same image intent just to get it right, sometimes I am unsatisfied with all my images and I never upload them. Few weeks later I see them and I think, damn these are actually alright! They should’ve been uploaded!
I took this image in one of my uninspired, aggressive and forceful moods when I thought I must do something!
There’s an amazing co-relation between my state of mind and my photographs. My photographs are best when I am happy & relaxed and when I am not however much I try even if I am given the best camera in the world with the perfect environmental setting it occurs that the photographs I have taken aren’t the best. Not to suggest that I am having an emotional low these past weeks, thankfully not at all – but I have been rather exhausted with a lot of work and serious decisions to make, and that possibly is having an implication on my photography – which for me is a form of my expression.
Here’s hoping I’ll back to being my usual self and being a bit unlike me and letting go of this seemingly inherent want to have everything perfect to the most minute detail! I start work only tomorrow this week. Good week all!
Solitary feather left by the seagulls.
The weather in London these past few days has been gorgeous. It has been very hot and today reached 30 degrees Celsius! Exploiting the long daylight, (sunset today was at 8.59 pm, no really) I went to the local cemetery and just started clicking away.
I had the odd look from bystanders which clearly had the word weirdo written in their eyes when they were looking at me, but then in here, no one gives a tosh.
There were some flowers which had grown near good ole George Barnabas’s tombstone (d 1813), not sure if he felt me lurking around his grave trying to take photographs. I managed to get a few and an unexpected ladybird in one of the flowers too.
They looked alright in the camera, but then again it was way too sunny and glary for me to look clearly enough. Turns out the pictures aren’t as good as I hoped they would be.
Hope you like them!
Barnabas’s neighbours’ grave. (Neighbour in the cemetery i.e.)
A closer look at the little fellow.
Macro of white flowers taken with towers as the backdrop. University of Cambridge.
Not sure what the flowers are, anyone ?
Taken at the University of Cambridge.