Knight’s Armour Sangeeta G. June 22,’08
(A glass bowl and its Reflection on the glass table).
My lazy-person’s-photography continues. Every weekend I hope to hit the road with my camera slung casually over my shoulder, swinging into position if my expert photographer’s eye catches a subject. And every weekend, this remains a glittering dream. Come sunday, I cannot summon the energy to step out even into the street below, leave alone scale the city. Then begins a wasted morning, toying with the camera and hunting around the house, for a ray of interesting light somewhere, some texture that might look good in a picture, some forgotten fold or corner or curve or line that might hide a sparkling subject. Crawling under the couch, peeping in the loft, rummaging through the kitchen, I’ll be looking for anything that might save the day, yet another day of appeasing my soul without having to venture out. My pretend-photography is quickly running out of subjects in the home. Not many surfaces left to be framed and clicked, I think. I hope. Then may be I will be forced to take on real photography, clicking among the throbbing and thriving life there.
