Behind the lens

Whenever I look at a photograph, I wonder about the moments exactly before it was captured.

What were the thoughts of the photographer? Was it shot by chance or did he hold his breath still? Did he lie flat on the burning marble or cold ice for long?

How fast did he run to take another shot at life? Did he smile when he pictured the shot in his head before pressing the click button?

A photograph becomes a moment, even before captured!

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Sehri (Deo Tibba), Himachal

©Ambika Bhardwaj

Dear Diary,

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Google helped! Not to sure who clicked it. But thanks, anyway 🙂

Attics? Aren’t they amazing!

The perfect place to brush aside the “not-so-lovelies” , the damaged and the abandoned.

I see a famous fashion trend, I see people with attics on their heads.

Many of us do. Even I do. And I guess, it’s okay! 🙂

I know it looks downright tacky there! With cobwebs and skeletons hanging around. Aye, the zombie look!

Now! Before we go overboard with metaphors (Me thinks, I already have)! Nonetheless, here’s a thing! I am on a “lets-clean-the attic-mission!

People who’ve done that before are free to share their experiences, joys, sorrows!

Let’s talk! 🙂

P.S: This is not self help, anti depression pep talk or something :P! I really don’t care about depression. I am just another Attic Cleaning OCD patient! Hope that makes sense! 🙂

 

 

 

 

Nothing to be done, until…

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Quick Downpour: Trekking Deo Tibba. This picture was captured in Seri (Himachal Pradesh), rained like fucking rabbits… (google that). Was stationed there for 2 days. Nothing to be done, until… 🙂

Here’s what it is:  Seri welcomed us with a “warm” hailstorm! There is a moraine zone that one needs to wade through to reach Seri. Now, this moraine zone is stark and beautiful, in it’s own isolated existence. It is one hell of an oxymoron of a place. So picture this:

There’s bright sun. Sunny enough for you to even paint your eyebrows in sunscreen. You are trekking in a valley full of wild flowers with a revolting river sprinting along. You are walking on the edge, when suddenly, it rains. And how… as if hell broke loose!

Dreamy and drenched, you look around. Little rivulets flowing straight out of rocky boulders. It is hard hitting. You are hopeless! You are awestruck!

No sooner than you sink this, the story turns into a fairy-tale! The moraine zone unfolds as a surprising meadow. “Seri” is what they call the place!

It has been two days now in Seri. You are time-lapsing between clouds and random thoughts. Drinking loads of tea, smoking bidi… endlessly. All this with just one constant: Rain!

It is then! When an unforeseen sun, greets you in the evening and you run! Run with your camera! Run like children of the wild! This is what you capture! And you smile!

 

 

 

 

Scribbling in the Himalayas

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I want to write

Write about the alpenglow of hope

and about the rainbow of life.

Write about the time-lapse of moments

and the hyper-lapse of wait.

Write about blueness of the sky

swirling with the dancing clouds.

Write about the silent conversations with the mountains,

About getting lost in the woods

and finding our way, somehow 🙂

 

 

With Love, from the Mountains

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We never really meet people! We meet stories!

Similarly so, we never really see photographs, we see stories!

We were in Auli, Uttrakhand shooting a travel documentary. When it suddenly started raining and we had to wrap up the entire set up. We sought refuge in a nearby tea shop (Ohh, these little mountain shops!!!).  Enjoying my hot cup of tea, I just saw the rain pour. Drop by drop, calmly so.

It’s not just a picture, it is a moment 🙂

A well bookmarked, dog-eared moment!