Tag: travel
-
Silver Linings
On the rainy day on which I reached Paris, the Eiffel tower was not pretty. The streets were rain slicked and I was soaked through in the rain that often caught me off guard. It was cold and dreary, and the chill wind blew without respite. From where I could see, the Eiffel was a…
-
Mountain winds
Light, air, and time, all are frozen in colour. And when eyes meet the moment in the frame, the scents follow. The deep piercing cold of the mountains, and the touch of a blade of grass adorned with dew. Spool upon spool of a memory unwinds in a single frame. #worldphotographyday
-
Pausing in Time
When history freezes in stone, time sprouts wings and flutters around. This random moment caught from Brussels seems to gain life in the very juxtaposition of the frozen statue of stone and the very dynamic figures on skateboards. And yet when frozen in the frame of a photograph, they are all still. Despite the large…
-
Rain on the Rhine
Even when the Rhine roared nearby, this little one seemed unaffected. It hopped around a bit. It alighted and landed at intervals , and it was some time before I got a shot. A slight drizzle disturbed the otherwise clear weather. The roar of the river descending down through the rocks contrasted with the tiny…
-
Alpine paths
Sliding down onto the road, the Austrian alps are a beauty to behold. They stretch out on both sides of the road as you enter the country. Distant white tops and a lingering sense of a chilly wind blowing from somewhere above. The Alps are high and mighty. But most of all they let you…
-
Sun poured wine
As the day waned, a brilliant sun poured out the last of its rays. It fell in patterns down the vineyards. On the way back from Venice, I still felt the buoyant Adriatic beneath my feet. I heard the seagulls above my head, and the multiple voices of the thronging crowd of tourists. A small…
-
Roses from Austria
The Inn river had breached its banks the day I reached Innsbruck. Only light rain pattered on the windshield, but the snow on the Alps had started to melt in the first warmth of summer. There was an urgent need to cut short the visit and return to where I was staying in Tyrol. But…
-
“Meet me in Montauk”
Every path, once travelled, becomes a repository of everything it once was. The way the sun shone, the paths the raindrops traced on the windshield. A split second long gaze shared with a stranger which opens a sudden, unknown door to their thoughts. The mind preserve them all, like fermenting wine in barrels. And again…
Luftmensch photography 