Wednesday, December 07, 2016

Photography.

So, here is the thing about photos. Photography is basically the Art of taking Photos. It essentially doesn't not mean good quality photos. So buying a high end phone with more pixel camera or a DSLR won't make you a photographer. Even I personally believe, photography isn't also about how technical you are with the skill. I have came across many photographers who have all the technicalities needed, yet miss the point of clicking a picture. It is also not only about passion and interest. You cannot call yourself a photographer only because you like taking photos.

Okay, enough ranting out things, I will like to thank all the beautiful photographers out there who actually portrays what beauty is. A picture can be so many things at once, your imagination, your hope, your window to fly. I have felt it... I have looked at something beautiful and felt the need to click, it in the most beautiful way possible keeping its enigma. You don't always need to learn angles and edits. You will know looking at a picture what's best. And if you are freezing a moment by your picture, how about you freeze the best moment?😊

Just like art, a picture can speak ounces. So it's mainly the photographer who gets the message and portrays to the viewers. Even the same message might not be received by the viewers. It's beautiful how different meanings can be interpreted from a single picture!

It is true a good picture doesn't need an edit. Yet, every good picture is better with edit, such that it should neither cripple the beauty nor the message the picture holds. And trust me, every good picture holds some meaning. You just need to see.

The background picture of this blog is taken by me, and it also holds some message. I tried finding where it meets with the title - "transcendentally sublime". What is your interpretation of the picture?

2 comments:

  1. Just glancing at your picture, it's very evident yet very deep how well it integrated into your meanings.

    See the leafless branches mellowing with the cold wintry day. See the blink of life, the birds perched on the branches, giving rays of hope. See the light blue coldness, as it merges with the lifelessness.

    It's truly a transcendental experience, something out of this reality, something beyond mystical. All with the glimpse of livelihood, a glimpse of a keyhole to reality. Really, a fresh breath of air in the cold estranged morning.

    You Miss, you gave justice to your blog.

    Keep writing. I'm always in anticipation

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    1. Thank you so much. Your words are highly appreciated. I can actually see through your eyes the beauty you described. Thanks, and I will keep on writing. ��

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