July, 2008 Archives

Three Heads

Jul 24, 2008

Three Heads

At the Dastkar Mela again, but this time it was the Bangalore edition. Last year they came here in August at the Chitrakala Parishad lawns. I hope they swing by this year too!

As for these heads, they are rather crudely done. The turbans and the ohdni try to add some cheer, but their deer-before-the-headlights expression lends these heads a somewhat ghastly aura.

Stamens

Jul 22, 2008

Stamens

It’s still early days (this is no. 6 of the 100 I’ve promised myself), and I am resorting to flowers already! Given that I spent about 70% of my time with camera clicking flowers, it can’t be helped. I just hope that I don’t bore everyone here with too many of them. This one was taken at Coorg, though frankly it could’ve been anywhere. Anyone knows what these flowers are?

Seattle

From a visit to Seattle last year. Of all the cities in the US that I’ve visited, I have fondest memories of Seattle. I suspect it has something to do with countless helpings of coffee at the Starbucks cafés downtown.

Minor technical details: I was stuck with just a 50 mm lens so I took two shots from my hotel’s window and stitched them together later in Photoshop. This picture has also been given a slight coffee tint.

Crouching Monkey Hidden Lens

Crouching Monkey Hidden Lens

To a first-time visitor to Lal Bagh, the monkeys near the lake can be intimidating. Yes they are sometimes a riotous lot and are readily excited if you happen to have food upon you, but they mean no harm. Often, they are just curious.

Taken last year at Lal Bagh. I am in the market for a new camera. Before I buy one, I’ve promised myself to clean up pictures taken with my current camera over last the 2.5 years, and post a hundred of them here. If I cannot, I probably don’t deserve a camera. These two count as one (just like the ones in the last post), taking my tally to 4. Wish me luck.

Pitter-Patter

Jul 19, 2008

A Rainy Day At Coorg

A Rainy Day At Coorg

We woke up from our afternoon siesta to the pitter-patter of raindrops on our room’s roof. It was September, but the rains had still not left Coorg. Perhaps they were making up for their late arrival.