“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”
Photography is not really about the photos I take, but rather the way I look at the world when I see it through my lens. I am forced to slow down and notice the mundane things around me, things that become beautiful when presented as a photo. I spent a few hours wandering around town on a perfectly cloudy day, and here is what I came up with.
“You all laugh because I am different. I laugh because you are all the same.”
Here are a handful of my favorite shots from cycling through Northern India.
“Les photos ne remplaceront jamais les moments qu’elles évoques.” (Photos will never replace the moments they evoke.)
Looking back through some of my photos from earlier this trip, I remembered just how much I enjoy shooting in black and white. Sure, most of the time photography looks better in color, especially when dealing with landscapes and scenery, but I find that black and white photography can be a very powerful tool to convey emotion. It eliminates the distracting colors and leaving you with the raw image. Here are a few black and white photos from India, some of which you have already seen in color.
“The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.”
The lady who ran my guest house (and her baby cow).
“But that’s the glory of foreign travel… Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.”
I am obviously just too polite. Or at least that is how I feel in Delhi. Multiple times everyday I have found myself waiting in line for food or to board the metro, and right when it became my turn, someone would walk up and take my spot. I have quickly learned that being polite won’t get me anywhere here, since India is a place with no rules.
“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls!”
Old Delhi, a small section of town that use to be marked by elegant mosques and gardens when the Persian Mughal Emperor ruled in the 17th century is now crowded, run-down, and one of the most chaotic places I have ever been. There are no words to describe it, and no way to capture it through the lens. There are thousands of people (predominately Muslim), food stands, shops, and bike rickshaws fighting to fit through the narrow street. Though I was wearing my scarf over my head (in a faux-burka), I obviously stood out being the only white girl in a sea of Muslim men. I decided to take a bike rickshaw down the street in order to explore from a bit more of a distance, and here is a bit of what I saw.