one of my dreams…

i take this camera along with me. with a huge lens. and i keep clicking. every trip means atleast 300 pictures a day. min! so i have a computer loaded with pictures and find it tough at times to go through and find my favourites… but then i chance upon a face. that chai shop guy. the little boy who sold me a necklace. the … Continue reading one of my dreams…

why a photo still doesnt replace a memory for me…

memories of a place, of a time visited, somehow stand alone. photos dont represent that very memory for me… the memory has more emotion… and the photo becomes but hot button to make me feel all of that all over again… that gush… i take so many photos. with every trip. but i never know best how to use them. in those days we would … Continue reading why a photo still doesnt replace a memory for me…