Stone lust

My love for structural engineering and design is often a gripe for my father, he rues the fact that his son didn’t pursue more intellectual pursuits, but engineering is boring, you can’t excel or create most things that one would want, because the world hardly agrees with ambition.

This picture though brings my two loves together none the less, heritage sights and noir photography, showing the beauty that artistic flair brought alive in stone during another time, that it binds your hearts in chains of awe and mesmerising light, that’s what architecture should do, inspire minds to dream, and this is what all creative minds yearn to pursue.

This moment is equally special because one of the things that made me choose this angle was getting the alcove on the right side, showing a place that as a kid I had once tried to climb, only for the guards to put me in my place, a rekindled memory that had to be captured.

Pillared Legs

There is something about mazes and labyrinths that draw one to them, the promise of getting lose by design maybe, or the fact that you can find your way without help from others, ever since I was a kid, all I looked for in places, was a reason to get lost, sometimes to the chagrin of my parents, they didn’t appreciate the wild stallion approach to travelling that I was naturally driven by.

This picture represents that memory in my mind, the pillars are hedges, the space that is occupied by nostalgia and memories the escape, and the black and white medium of subject representation the perfect outlook for a heart that beats to get lost, remember that places and structures weee made, not only to showcase talented builders and architectures, but also to challenge the mind to think, create something better with time.

Heritage sites especially are prone to this kind of thought process, many don’t realise that holidays and memories aren’t just for yourself, they are to be shared with others, one day making someone stand where you are and hopefully see what you saw in that one second of abject clarity.

Three Door Theory

The dusk was picturesque to say the least, a man walking into the middle door was by chance and the beauty of the construction which was captured in the twilight zone, the icing on the cake.

Very rarely do I get the chance to take a memory into my minds embrace, having a bit of an agoraphobia, very slight though, not a hinderance  to anything as important but a troubling trend none the less.

The moments I get to relax and travel are the only moments of respite that I get from my creative mind, that overthinks more than anything else.

This picture marks another start to sharing my photography, so relax and sit back. Architecture isn’t anything but art and design taking shape in stone, making my eyes sparkle in the light at angles.

Dystopian Dream

Being a fan of dystopian literature and its cultural significance on an existentialist mind is paramount to embrace reality in its entirety.
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There aren’t many things that make a depressed soul dream, but if I can help the insomniacs and the ones lost in time to for a second question fate, I have achieved more than what I thought possible at a younger age.
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Fly on the wings of the cravens as they take flight into the abundant sky, be free and contented, as there is beauty in memories, hardship in mundanity and a promise of great insight in patience.
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So fly away with the feathers of different colours and paint the sky into a explosion of design yet never losing sight of the ground from which you first began, looking back at what was.
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Winter Quackery

Nothing makes it seem like winter without the presence of these delightful fowls and their behaviour in their natural environment.

The promise of winter in the throws of summer are always one of those things that minds try to imagine and fulfil just in a deluded need to crave a chill that seems to have gotten lost in time.

Dilapidated Thunderdome

Welcome to another architectural gem being ravaged by the ticking of two hands and one pointer, as is the case with most marvels that seem to wither with age, for true beauty only lasts a moment, until it is seen by the eyes of greed and list, then it becomes broken in a way, slowly withering into the folds of a forgotten memory.
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This is just an example of how restoration, of not done properly can lead to nothing but the same intent that, started the whole process to begin with, there is a necessity to hold onto certain remnants of the past that might influence the future, art, architecture and writing are just a few, there aren’t many who understand it as well as me, because every building, like a book or a movie, tells a story of its existence, letting it disappear from Ines life, is sacrilegious to say the least.
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Working on a campaign for architectural restoration, in lucky enough to have a plethora of pictures that might just insinuate my very thoughts.
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Being a writer though with only words and nothing else, I have to take the help of learned scholars in the area of art and architectural restoration, but it’s given me a chance to meet some delightful people in the process.
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Awestruck Lust

My love for black and white photography is nothing short of obsession, I tend to showcase my thinking through pictures, not travel or wandering pants, as many others do, for the mere reason that I don’t travel that much and my pictures tend to be stories in motion.

This picture specifically shows the awestruck or wonderius sight that greets the vision of any that behold it with the kind of revenance that I tend to do, whenever I come in contact with a million bleeding stones, the power the gradually takes hold of you, is spellbinding as it’s mesmerising, can you imagine the olden days when a visitor would stand where I was, the emotions and exuberance that would exude from their minuscule stature.

The thirst for power is something that all humans exhibit, it only varies based on the word you attach the most significant to, but power does stem mostly from greed and this lust takes shape. I wanted to let the creative ones, same as yours truly, paint it in a million colours that they thought would fit this picture. 

Every angle becomes a perspective that needs to be shown, my need to show them, is what drives my photography, as people tend to move too fast, in a world that generally tends to be too slow. I stand still and let pictures become memories that are worth capturing.

That is what makes me tick and thusly makes me click.

Ad Concept/Photo title: Photography Triangles.

This picture is going to help me in bringing forth two specific thought tangents for me.

Imagine a photographer, taking a picture of another, while the process is inturn done again, in a shape if a triangle, each only taking a picture of the other photographer, now imagine it done in an ad for a camera phone or for that matter any good or service offered, just take the photography element and change the initial composition to suit your view.

I came up with it while today on a freelancing assignment, having thought of it as a good play with not only photography but with composition outlays that determine the picture and the story told, the fact that I shared it in black and white was due mostly for my love for classic Polaroids.

Hopefully you can understand the thinking behind the concept, if not, then ask though that would just shame me into thinking that I’m lousy as an answer teacher, but I can handle that.

Summer Dream, Water lean.

This picture shows a great mechanism that was invented in essence to help water bodies, natural and artificial alike to withstand the choking nature of parched ground under the intense pressure of the summer heat.

This fountain is a stability driven tool, that will basically balance the natural needs of the plants and Aquarians alike, while taking the excessive water that might get wasted, to be recycled into clean and drinkable water for the animals and plants that are immensely important for the ecological growth of its surrounding area.

Summers in India are akin to the Sahara in Africa in certain places and having a recycling fountain that collects and distributes water into the necessary avenues for life, is the kind of boon that many natural preservation parks would benefit from immensely.

I only came on board to help the inventor for the sole purpose of the astounding help it will do for the one true love of my life, the nature that is all around, with people normally trying to destroy it, with constructionist attitudes, the need to help forests and water bodies grow is mor important, yet greed drives humanity and that’s a universal fact.

We are hoping though to find a great niche, to help, hence the main demand I had was to be given basic pay, and profit was never a motive, the bloom of spring and the sunshine in winter were enough of a price for my services, this is going to revolutionise the landscape of conservation Alisa thinking and I’m just proud to be a part of it.

Duck Race 2016, Quack attack commence.

This is one of those pictures that can go into any comeptition for the most wacky if not quacky picture ever taken, having never seen a duck race, seeing these creatures form this row to start one was exciting, but rather than start racing they started drifting, like motionless drifting it was so irritating to see it unfold in front of my eyes, like if you can’t drift propery then atleast learn how to do so, lost on the waves of time, they just kept on moving silently, after a while I got bored and went to take another picture.

Sometimes when you expect something and it doesn’t happen only two paths are clear, either do something yourself, or make the path yours by making it turn and come towards you. Having no control over these woodland creatures all I could do was walk away, yet for some reason this moment will forever be one of calm and serenity for me, the hunger of my own insatiable need to see a race, was projected beautifully onto ducks and their disregard for what a random guy thought.

I wish I could go again and make them somehow race as I would’ve sworn the fourth one from the lest was winking at me, but then again having so many competitors who look the same it would’ve been an arduous task to just keep my eyes focused on Donald, as I wanted to call him and not because I love the cartoon character but because I hate the real life one.

So if you ever see a duck race, no matter where, remember me and share that picture for if I can’t find one, i’ll love to know someone else managed to, for it’s so damn rare to see animal runs if not threatened or provoked, that I couldn’t even enjoy the rain that was falling or the beautiful view that greeted me, all because of human greed and needing to see a stupid race.

That my friends is a regret too many to bear for me, but bear I must and so do.

Have a great day.