Monday, September 6, 2010

The dance of flying plastic.

So it's been a while since my last blog entry.
Often, you need a trigger to get you going again.
Yesterday was one of them,
and today I feel inspired to post.

It's been a crazy summer with the workshop in Turkey, getting it together, logistics, all round madness - meeting 150 crazy inspiring photographers, making new friends, building new connections - having a blast - the efes way!
I can't describe it, but Turkey was a feeling and a feeling that I want to go back to someday. At this rate, falling in love with each place I go to - god is going to have to let me live longer so I can re-visit every place 'one more time'.

I feel like the year has just begun, with all the travel coming up. Leh, Kerala, Calcutta, Orissa, Varanasi, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam are on the horizon.

Back to yesterday,
A friend and I were on chat, the nocturnals that we are said 'fuck this shit' (sleep) - lets go shoot instead. There we were at 5am, bleary eyed with our cameras, some film and unfortunately a digital. We were to start out at the wholeseller's flower market, onto walking around in Connaught Place (the heart of delhi) and the finally into Old Delhi.
Luck... err weather had it so that we got 'stuck' at our first destination because of rain... and it was gorgeous!!!

So exciting, seeing the buzz, the flower sellers running all over, trying to get these massive sheets of plastic up to save their flowers. It was like a dance, of flying plastic, overlapping the other - hands in the air, flowing, trying to keep the plastic up... people running helter skelter - and in the midst of it all, the shopping still went on.

Some images, just for fun :)







p.s the colors are as they are - just a tonne of different hues from differently colored plastic :)

These are the times I realize how much I love photography, it makes me so happy -
so much that even the fight is worth it.