Sunday, July 01, 2018
Sunday, November 05, 2017
Appropriate title? Not sure. After, a long photoshoot I got nothing. Packed the bag and walked to train station. Just before that, I saw him. The evening light was glowing on his face. He looked bright, happy and sad. I had to change my lens to 75 mm; a lot of people walking across. I cant go near him, nor shoot using the viewfinder, need to shoot from the hip.
Different opinions about him flooded me, none were right nor wrong. He was continuously talking to an invisible thing. Wanted to know about that; left it like that.
Wednesday, November 01, 2017
Friday, October 27, 2017
The title may be a cliche. But relevant. The hope drives us to next day. The next morning may be bringing fresh food, phone or car. Each person has his own aspirations, even the person in prison. Hope is linked to our genes/brain evolutionarily. Hope has driven us from forest to cities and maybe to Mars.