Loaded :)

new 120 film roll on the yashica a tlr.

Brown

Sequel

to the earlier post.

A state of natural progression

Leaves from the Cassia Fistula, collected from the garden yesterday.

The Tourist@Ooty -2

portrait of a boy on a sunday

taken at ISO 1600 for the grain, in B&W  

low saturation photography

Mudumalai Blurs

The green Mudumalai Wildlife Sanctuary en route to Ooty.

Blurred through a low shutter speed.

The Tourist @ Ooty #1

So what did you do in Ooty?
Went rose-bud clicking at the Rose garden, Ooty.

My first Ttv pictures :)

For ages, i’ve been wanting to do TTv but could not get my hands on a TLR camera.
Yesterday, this came by in the mail

and after a struggle to make a contraption, i finally managed to concoct something to cut out the light – which i won’t be showing here because of my crafting skills

and here are some of the first ttv shots i took this morning.

Much of it is not clear nor are they even straight. I am not even sure if i am doing it right. It was not very easy to get to this point itself – but then again, they are pictures i took.

what do you think?

The Sun @ 4 pm

Some shots from the 300 mm

The Nikon AF 300 mm I received yesterday is a heavy duty old lens, complete with a metal body, and faux leather lens cap. (I’m looking at you, Nikon Corp). Having laid around unused for some time, its also got a layer of fungus. Which actually worked out well, since it gave photos a lovely soft feel.

So here’s some pics taken from the 300 mm today. (what a DoF! Sigh)

Hello Beauty :)

My Nikon D 80, with its trusty and utterly lovely 50mm f 1.8 D lens

just got a new friend . Introducing the beautiful Nikon 300 mm f/4

A big thanks to M for sharing it with me

Misha rides the hues

Misha and her hues

Ochre

books. poems. inspiration.

Some books of poems i have, that have left some lasting impressions.

I Shall Not Be Moved by Maya Angelou.

 i brought this book from a second-hand book dealer in Pune. i think it was mainly to make an impression among my “intellectual” “friends”. But reading it changed my perspective about many things.

We Sinful Women. Inspired my first zine, much much later.

Namdeo Dhasal‘s book of poems, translated by Dilip Chitre, “Poet of the Underworld” contains some amazing bits from his iconic works like Golpitha, and Gandu Bagichaa.

Used to have  W H Auden‘s  “The Unknown Citizen” stuck on the pin-board at my desk in the box. 

These books are not poem-books, but sheer poetry nevertheless. Haruki Murakami‘s South of the Border, West of the Sun, is lyrical. Inspired another zine of mine.

Milan Kundera‘s The Unbearable Lightness of Being was probably the first poem I read in prose.

There are plenty of other poets I like. I do not have their books with me though…

But Ghalib? I pick his book when I’m deliriously happy. And again, when I’m down in the pits.

Ghalib has saved me countless times. ‘nuf said.

Who are your favorites?

Wonky Fingers O’ mine

drawing inspired by a kalamezuthu i saw at a folklore fest in calicut, 2 months ago.

Lilacs