A couple of days ago I was mentoring a group of photographers from ThePrismGuild on a photo walk in the bustling bylanes of Avenue Road in Bengaluru. The photo walk’s theme was “Life on Footpath”. While a few participants were discussing amongst themselves on how to capture the street life, I on other hand was busy helping others on the technical aspects of the imaging world.
While we were almost at the end of the photo walk I bumped into this person who was sitting on the steps leading to a shop which was still closed. At first I spent a few moments staring at him thinking if I should click a picture or not, but after a while the visual elements of the picture started to crystalize. His silence, his posture and the closed shutters of the shop all started to collide and I realised I had to frame this moment. It took me less than a minute to get this framing and image.
But what has kept me hooked is the eerie feeling that certain images have on you. I always avoid shooting homeless people and beggars on the streets as a personal choice. But this man never fell into any of those categories compared to the many others I found on the same street. He was an impeccably dressed old man sitting there with his fingers interlocked and looking wistfully at the ground.
Even after 24 hours of shooting this image, my mind keeps wandering back to this image wondering what could have been running through his mind; why is he sitting there so lost and confused. I’m no Brandon from Humans of New York who goes and speaks to strangers on the street asking them about their best moments in life or the thing they regret the most etc., but somewhere deep within, I felt I should have made a conversation with him.
I still deeply feel he had a story to tell; he might/might not be sad, he might/might not be confused, he might/might not be lost; but he definitely had a story behind his silence. While I started thinking about what to write about this image, the first thing that came to me as a caption for the image as well as the title for the blog is “Beyond Closed Doors” which becomes very obvious because both the door and this person’s mind seemed to be metaphorically shut.
So tell me readers, how do you interpret this image? Photography is open to many interpretations and connotations and this is one picture that seems to symbolize it well.
after much of the procastination over the last few days i eventually managed to sneak in time to visit a very unique exhibition – an exhibition of wildlife caricatures by Rohan Chakravarty of GreenHumour. I have been following Rohan’s work on his website/social media for quite a while now and one things that makes his work stand out especially in the wildlife art is his ability to bring in a touch of humour to his work. His presence of mind and creativity just take the front seat when it comes to bringing day2day wildlife scenarios in form of cartoon strips. In this particular exhibition called “Wildlife the toonie way”, Rohan has put up a collection of work which is an assortment of bird, mammal and reptile caricatures. The exhibition is on till 27th of this month and is held at Indian Cartoon Gallery which is a 5 minute walk from the Trinity metro station. He has his work available as purchase in form of posters, framed prints, diary etc which i bet no one would come out of the hall without booking one.
And while i was there i had a quick chat with Rohan himself and try to understand him and his work and sort of show it to outside world who is not aware of him ( which is very unlikely for a celebrity like him ).
Earlier on in the week my buddies Rana & Sugandhi sat down with him for an impromptu discussion and they have blogged about it here >> First day, first show
Its the first church in Meghalaya/India. Yes, Meghalaya was one of the only places in India where there was widespread acceptance of the missionaries and their faith (to the extent that 70-80% of the population is now Christian). The church was founded by Thomas Jones, the first missionary to the Khasi hills and the founder of the Khasi script. Thomas Jones, the son of a carpenter from Wales, was ordained a Methodist minister and left soon after with his wife, Anne to India. After their arrival in Calcutta, Anne gave birth to a child, who could not survive and died soon after birth. The Jones’ then climbed the hills up from present-day Bangladesh to reach Cherrapunji, where they set up their base in late June 1841.
Rev. Jones’ skill as a carpenter were well appreciated by the local people and he soon became a part of the community and learnt the language. By 1942, just a year after Jones had reached Sohra, he had already brought out the first ever works of modern Khasi literature – a Khasi reader and the translation of a Welsh book. Rev. Jones used the Roman script, which fit very well with the Khasi language. Before this, there were many attempts at devising a script and the Bengali script appeared to be the least difficult to adapt. However, Thomas Jones changed all that and wrote his name into Khasi history for ever. In 1846, Jones established this first church in Meghalaya in Sohra.
I titled this image Family Tree right the moment i clicked this image. Anyone wants to take a guess why this name and what are the 3-4 interpretation i want to convey using these two word “family tree” ? The closest guess will get a free 12×8 print on archival medium from my end.
For the tech geeks out there, this is shot on Fujifilm X100S with inbuilt B&W (Yellow Filter).