Simplicity and Poetry are Two Pillars of Photography
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Poetry puts off people who consider photography a science a technique and fucked methodical way of capturing only what they saw and duplicating it painfully on the viewers consciousness ..and for people a few like me photography is a moment that pleads to be respectfully captured with the alluring lilting lyrics like a song you play by ear or capture it wordlessly like a Rubaiyat..
I really dont know why I shoot what I shoot my Guru Dronocharya KG Maehshwariji told me many a times I was a crazy impulsive trigger happy photographer and those days expensive days I shot Ilford Delta BW or Sensia Provia Velvia 50.. I made contact sheets and eventually I realized it was the lab people who taught me photography, really it was Huzefar Rassiwala, Bhai Humne Swastik lab Dadar , Surinder Dalvi Mahindar Patl and Vishal Bhende..because they loved photography passionately they gave their inputs and feedback... and big labs like Color Art Mazda took your money gave your prints .. as simple as that.
Giants in the guise of teachers like BW Jatkar living in cubicle pigeon holes called you home saw your work, gave ideas without charging a single dime all that has gone.. sadly..now the person who sees your work has no time for his own work.
Mr Maheshwari too if you called him and met him in the earlier days would give you thorough feedback..but than what destroyed photography was coterie groups and conceit pride and arrogance.. you needed huge expensive lens , great cameras tripods to make pictures , poetry requires none of this shoot a picture as you see it .. it becomes a poem..
I am a street photographer I shot with my Gurus eyes he taught me to see the unseen hidden from normal eyes.. I remember I would go to Lucknow in the old days for Athvi Moharam and the day I arrived in Lucknow I would rush with some of my pictures contact sheet to Mr PC Littles house touch his feet and show him my work, late PC saab a painter a poet camera technician collector historian.. would give his sincere estimation , he was a banyan tree his shade nurtured the poetry in my soul, he knew the Nawabs of Lucknow , he knew old Lucknow Adab Tehzeeb..
He had heard of my grandfather Daroga Nabban saab related to poet Mir Anees he knew Pata Nala he knew the old Imambadas he knew my faith more historically than I knew it he was master weaver of truth , his tales kept me tied up with my past and the city of my birth..
Jisko na Dein Maulah Usko dilwayen AsafuDaulah..
When PC Little sab died it hit me hard , he loved me like his own sons Bhupesh and Avinash..
So a simple picture shot in the rains can lead you to another world of thought as a blog something a print cant do, as clearly as evocatively like this..I dont make prints I dont shoot pictures as prints I never will but yes as a Blog I imprint it with poetry readable understandable on your soul and mine.
Celebrity photographers dont intimidate me but my three and half year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir does without reading Feiring Anselm Adams without attending a photography lecture on light and shade she shoots , and I am amazed at her range her inner thought, I doubt she has inner vision or thought but she is a poet or she would not be shooting what she shoots.. she is not trigger happy like me, I leave my Nikon D 80 on the dining table she will pick it up if inspired take my shot look at it in the monitor smile.. for me this is photography I am unlearning photography from this child and another one waits in the cradle only 8 days old already understanding the nuance of picture taking and imagery, Nerjis Asif Shakir unlike both us will be a thinking street photographer .. she broods while both of us shoot her.. we have two camera bodies one common soul..
Simplicity and Poetry are Two Pillars of Photography
195,271 items / 1,587,239 views
Poetry puts off people who consider photography a science a technique and fucked methodical way of capturing only what they saw and duplicating it painfully on the viewers consciousness ..and for people a few like me photography is a moment that pleads to be respectfully captured with the alluring lilting lyrics like a song you play by ear or capture it wordlessly like a Rubaiyat..
I really dont know why I shoot what I shoot my Guru Dronocharya KG Maehshwariji told me many a times I was a crazy impulsive trigger happy photographer and those days expensive days I shot Ilford Delta BW or Sensia Provia Velvia 50.. I made contact sheets and eventually I realized it was the lab people who taught me photography, really it was Huzefar Rassiwala, Bhai Humne Swastik lab Dadar , Surinder Dalvi Mahindar Patl and Vishal Bhende..because they loved photography passionately they gave their inputs and feedback... and big labs like Color Art Mazda took your money gave your prints .. as simple as that.
Giants in the guise of teachers like BW Jatkar living in cubicle pigeon holes called you home saw your work, gave ideas without charging a single dime all that has gone.. sadly..now the person who sees your work has no time for his own work.
Mr Maheshwari too if you called him and met him in the earlier days would give you thorough feedback..but than what destroyed photography was coterie groups and conceit pride and arrogance.. you needed huge expensive lens , great cameras tripods to make pictures , poetry requires none of this shoot a picture as you see it .. it becomes a poem..
I am a street photographer I shot with my Gurus eyes he taught me to see the unseen hidden from normal eyes.. I remember I would go to Lucknow in the old days for Athvi Moharam and the day I arrived in Lucknow I would rush with some of my pictures contact sheet to Mr PC Littles house touch his feet and show him my work, late PC saab a painter a poet camera technician collector historian.. would give his sincere estimation , he was a banyan tree his shade nurtured the poetry in my soul, he knew the Nawabs of Lucknow , he knew old Lucknow Adab Tehzeeb..
He had heard of my grandfather Daroga Nabban saab related to poet Mir Anees he knew Pata Nala he knew the old Imambadas he knew my faith more historically than I knew it he was master weaver of truth , his tales kept me tied up with my past and the city of my birth..
Jisko na Dein Maulah Usko dilwayen AsafuDaulah..
When PC Little sab died it hit me hard , he loved me like his own sons Bhupesh and Avinash..
So a simple picture shot in the rains can lead you to another world of thought as a blog something a print cant do, as clearly as evocatively like this..I dont make prints I dont shoot pictures as prints I never will but yes as a Blog I imprint it with poetry readable understandable on your soul and mine.
Celebrity photographers dont intimidate me but my three and half year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir does without reading Feiring Anselm Adams without attending a photography lecture on light and shade she shoots , and I am amazed at her range her inner thought, I doubt she has inner vision or thought but she is a poet or she would not be shooting what she shoots.. she is not trigger happy like me, I leave my Nikon D 80 on the dining table she will pick it up if inspired take my shot look at it in the monitor smile.. for me this is photography I am unlearning photography from this child and another one waits in the cradle only 8 days old already understanding the nuance of picture taking and imagery, Nerjis Asif Shakir unlike both us will be a thinking street photographer .. she broods while both of us shoot her.. we have two camera bodies one common soul..