I discovered that my camera performs terribly in low light. The picture to noise ratio (I don’t think there is such a thing) was nearly 0.4, which is basically slang for “TOO NOISY”. But then again, this was at about 6 P.M on a relatively dark path. I should have expected as much.
Putting that up at the beginning of the post may have been a bit anticlimactic.
Somebody’d once exclaimed, “I have no idea how to click photos of sunsets. I just point and…well, shoot”. That got me wondering, how do you pull off a good sunset shot? Is driving the shutter speed all the way up, the only way to get the perfect silhouettes?
Playing with shutter speed can get addictive, and on this particular shot, I had to drive it all the way up to the maximum my camera could manage, to get the shot that satisfied me. Perhaps, my choice of surroundings for the subject weren’t exactly the best anyway.
Anywho, it’s day one (again) and it’s the start of something new. Also, i’m putting these up un-edited, so if somebody has advice regarding getting the most out of my shots through certain photo-editing tools, it would be much appreciated.
It’s been far too long since I put up something worthwhile on the blog. I’ve no clue where I want my blog to go. I’ve wanted to take up various projects, but I ended up dropping the ideas as I found them either too difficult to keep up on a regular basis, or they just plain don’t have potential for content (I need something that can last a while i.e to keep me going till I dream up a new project. That is likely to be a very long time (Seriously. I don’t understand how you guys do it)).
I’ve been vacillating between a self improvement project and a creative writing project. I do some poetry occasionally, but nothing so spectacular that I was dying to put up on a blog.
This one, I wrote just a couple of months ago.
As it pours down, I think of you
Of how much likeness it bears to you
Like poetry to my ears,
The words you use purify.
As the breeze blows
Chills down my spine,
I am pleasantly reminded
Of every moment with you.
As the water touches my feet,
The transience of your life
Tranquil terror grips me
And the world falls down around.
Words like these shall never come to me
For, you have departed from this life
Of mine and missed, you shall be
Crying my heart out every second of the day
Time shall heal and yet, that is what I’m afraid of
That the memory of you be tainted
With the filthy glance of time
That you shall disappear like an age old wound
And that a scar, you shall never be.
The poem has an alternate …sort of….well…let’s just call it an alternate ending. I’d written the words but never really found a place to put them.
And I’ve managed
To keep you another day
How long will this be, I wonder
How long before I finally see
Exactly how lonely I am
Without you, what would I do?
And So beg the lady in you
To stay another day
And plead your soul
Never to go away
Never to leave my side
To keep me alive, awake
Now I’m beginning to think the last few lines should be a poem altogether. Anywho……
So. I’m not tremendously good at poetry or writing stories. Which leaves, self improvement. This opens up new domains for me. For starters, I’m not a very good conversationalist at all. I lack the confidence, skill and proficiency with words that people need, to move an audience. I can’t, properly, talk to a single person, let alone address a whole group. So, I was considering taking that up as a project. Perhaps, in the very near future, but for now, I’ve had a different idea.
Sometime in 2013, I’d gone and bought me a new camera. I’d been begging my dad for one, for a considerable amount of time and it took a helluva lot of convincing to get him to give in. And that is the story of how my super zoom, super professional looking camera made its way into my hands. What did I do with it? The first couple of months was rather interesting. I went around experimenting with various settings and learning the workings (atleast on paper). Soon after, I went on a trip to Gir National Park. That trip gave me the exposure I needed to pull off relatively good looking shots, in real life scenarios. You are welcome to a few snippets from my past expeditions with the camera.
Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m going to step out of the house everyday with my camera, and I am going to click one proper photograph a day. It will prove to be a nice change of weather (from the four walls of my bedroom) for me and will also help me get better at something I’ve always wanted to learn to do.
I urge you guys to leave suggestions and tips for betterment of my photography, in the comments. That will most definitely help keep this blog alive, and will keep me from running out of experiments to perform.
This post is dedicated to the three women who have either changed my life, influenced me or are the very reason for my existence. This post is dedicated to the three pillars of my life.
1.) No post that is dedicated to womenkind is complete without one’s mother. She is responsible for literally every fragment of my being, every nuance of my thought process.. She gave my worldview, the slight touch of cynicism and practicality it needed. She has led me by the hand and made me the man I am today. She’s the strongest woman I know. She bears the burdens of married life with a hearty smile. Life hasn’t been easy on mum. She’s had to deal with my dad, me and we don’t exactly simplify her life any. She takes it all, enthusiastically almost, and is prepared for more. Calling her a pillar in my life, is an understatement and I know it. She deserves a blog post all on her own.
2.) My first cousin. She isn’t exactly a woman yet. She’s, in fact, two years younger to me. She’s pretty much a proper sibling to me. We’ve spent the better part of our lives (so far) together and are as inseparable as twins can be.our thought processes could not have been more identical, a side effect of having grown up in similar circumstances. Our identical lifestyles have brought us closer than ever and I can’t imagine a life without her. She’s the only person around whom I can still be a kid. And she gives me a fresh lease on life every time I meet her. Seeing her life unfold, has changed my perspectives regarding my actions. I admire her too. She’s quite the role model to me. She has a plan for life. She has a clarity of thought that I have always wished to cultivate. She’s my pillar for strength of will.
3.) From an emotional standpoint, she’s one of the strongest people I know. She is a role model to me and has turned my life around, since the day I met her. It sometimes gets on my nerves that I need her so much in my life, that I’m so dependent on her considering, she’s potentially the most transient pillar one could have. She’s given a new dimension to my life, one that I could never discount. She has been the thread that ties me to reality, in times such as these, when pressures and stress are as common place as war in the Medieval age. More importantly, she’s been the person helping me through my complexes and without her, I don’t know if I could have found the strength to stand up for myself. She my emotional pillar and I love her like she’s blood. She’s my best friend.
Who said a woman can’t be strong? This reflection in the form of a post has given me a new found respect for the unsung hero(ines) of my life. If my three pillars do end up reading this blog post, I would like to say, your efforts have not been in vain. You have made a man out of me.