April 4, 2008 • 12:15 am 0
I love this BBC picture of an old man stirring the milk for its wonderful perspective. The background stone wall with its delicious brown hues with a graduated tint has brought in sharp focus the old man’s face lit up partially in the ambient light. The quiet dignity of the man is striking.
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January 8, 2008 • 6:53 am 0
Fireworks exploded over the Parthenon in Athens as Greece welcomed 2008.
A photo of exquisite beauty.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/7165881.stm
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December 17, 2007 • 4:15 pm 0
A wonderful picture which I have come across in Reuters’ Pictures “you witness Weekly Showcase”.
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• 5:17 am 0
“Hindu devotees travel in a boat in river Ganges in the northern Indian city of Varanasi December 15, 2007. Hindus believe that dying in Varanasi and having their remains scattered in the Ganges allows their soul to escape a cycle of death and rebirth, attaining “moksha” or salvation. (INDIA)” (Reuters Daily Photo)
REUTERS/Arko Datta
http://www.reuters.com/news/pictures/slideshow?collectionId=1296&galleryName=24%20Hours
The composition of the boat scene is remarkably beautiful,especially the boat moving in the fog. The sun is downplayed making the sky a big uncertain hole as though it were death itself.
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December 12, 2007 • 10:22 am 0
Photograph I
by Wilhelm Leisten
It is true that the face does not reflect tension nor the body posture any tautness.But the listlessness of the girl’s demeanour against the bleak background is striking.
http://apps.facebook.com/myphotography/gallery.php
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• 5:45 am 0
The picture by the BBC photographer is strikingly beautiful.Especially the tonal quality of the picture suggesting the gray decrepitude of the old man walking in the snow.
BBC picture of the day
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/7138481.stm
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December 10, 2007 • 4:17 pm 0
The beauty of the human form comes through in such un-pre-meditated shots.It is as though they are creatures of the earth and yet are pitted against it in their struggle for a living.
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December 5, 2007 • 2:32 pm 0
Picture by Rajen Nair.
Slum children watch the sea at the posh Marine Drive in Mumbai on the Children’s Day .
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December 4, 2007 • 5:14 am 0
I have just come across a fascinating photo collection by G.M.B.Akash .In particular I have liked the train pictures .All of them are about people who travel on the train’s roof and on every conceivable space on the train including the precarious chain links between the coaches. Apart from the human interest of the picture above, what fascinates me is the counterpoising of inertness of sleep with the blurry speed of the train ,achieving a kind of death-like effect , the inevitability of the dark tunnel as though it was an intended return to the womb. The man is disintegrating in the vast space-time continuum and the walls of his consciousness have broken apart as he gets sucked into the vastness of empty space.
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December 3, 2007 • 12:45 pm 0
The Mirror
By Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
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