The Moonlit Series

Fiddling around with high exposure night photography. As for the rest, I will let the pictures and Andrew Lloyd Webber (from Music of the Night) do the talking...

(Note: the date thinggy on some of them was quite intentional)

Vast and powerful

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences

hide and seek

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

peek-a-boo (taken by rashmi didi)

Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

nebulous dreams

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to go
Only then can you belong to me

harmony

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the harmony which dreams alone can write
The power of the music of the night

reflections

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

starlit fields

The song ends, but the night doesnt. And ofcourse, the city never sleeps :)

wakeful slumber

Camera : Sony DSC W-5

The Vision Statement

Or
The Irony of it All

I hate blogs. I hate putting something of myself on paper (and as an extention, on an electronic server), immutable and constant. Of all the things I believe myself not to be, I am not static. Not in a self glorious, change-is-good sort of way, but mostly in a pretty irritating, erratic sort of way. Attempts of myself to understand myself have failed. Miserably. So, one can see why anything as absolute as spelling out the inner workings of the creaking gears up there can almost always lead to dissatisfaction later on.

I will not write a blog. For the reasons mentioned above, I decided I am not going to. And of course, I’d like to think I have more important things to do than describe in detail how I’m having a bad hair day. Though it’s true I never got the rationale behind spending an incredible amount of time describing each insignificant detail about one’s life, vanity turning a blind eye to the fact that no one’s remotely interested.

But then again, I just might, maybe, someday, if so tempted. (kindly refer to paragraph 1)

Of course, one has a full right to decry my sanity or denounce the above as mere sensationalism (if one’s standards and expectations are so lowered of course). I did refuse to describe myself and to write a blog. By the very acts, I did (do notice the title if you scratched your chin on first reading it. If you didn’t, do, it does give one such an air of suppressed wisdom).

Anyway, for now, this is THE blog. More are not planned, and am sure, not going to be demanded. This is merely going to be a place I can put up the amateur photography I indulge in, because a quirk of mind seems to gravitate away from the saner option of sites like flickr.

Maybe also a few poems. NOT written by me, just those I like, or those that match the theme of the pics I put up.