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WORLD PHOTOGRAPHY DAY – RANDOM CLICKS – THE GREY MOUNTAINS
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THE GREY MOUNTAINS
WORLD PHOTOGRAPHY DAY
RANDOM CLICKS
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IMAGES THAT HAUNT! (III)
IMAGES THAT HAUNT!
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IMAGES THAT HAUNT! (II)
IMAGES THAT HAUNT!
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PARADOXED!
ROBBED..SOMEWHERE IN THE HINTERLAND INDIA
PHOTOGRAPHY
ROBBED..SOMEWHERE IN THE HINTERLAND INDIA
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As displayed at the Delhi HQ of All India Radio..
PEAL THE ZEAL
SOLITARY
PHOTOGRAPHY/DTP/EXPERIMENTAL PHOTOGRAPHY
SOLITARY
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SOLITARY
PHOTOGRAPHY/DTP/EXPERIMENTAL PHOTOGRAPHY
SOLITARY
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WHEN THE EMPTINESS OPENS UP
PHOTOGRAPHY
“A faint breeze is cutting through the woods, making the leaves of the trees around me tremble. That anonymous rustling forms ripples on the folds of my mind. I rest a hand against a tree trunk and close my eyes. Those ripples seem to be a sign, a signal of some sort, but it’s like a foreign language I can’t decipher. I
give up, open my eyes, and gaze out again at this brand-new world before me. Standing there halfway down the slope, staring down at this place with two soldiers, I feel those ripples shifting inside me. These signs reconfigure themselves, the metaphors transform, and I’m drifting away, away from myself. I’m
a butterfly, flitting along the edges of creation. Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. I try to calm my ragged breathing. My heart still isn’t back in one piece, but at least I’m not afraid.”
give up, open my eyes, and gaze out again at this brand-new world before me. Standing there halfway down the slope, staring down at this place with two soldiers, I feel those ripples shifting inside me. These signs reconfigure themselves, the metaphors transform, and I’m drifting away, away from myself. I’m
a butterfly, flitting along the edges of creation. Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. I try to calm my ragged breathing. My heart still isn’t back in one piece, but at least I’m not afraid.”
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
WHEN THE EMPTINESS OPENS UP
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