I love black and white but it doesn’t seem to love me in return. I always get these wonderful (at least to me) shots but never in the week that I want them to. For this week, I finally settled on this because I simply liked it best. It is not the strongest image ever but I still like all the symbolic elements.
Week #3 – Greetings from…
How do I effectively capture the story of ‘greetings from…’? I live in a busy city in India where there thousands of stories that could have been used through images of architecture, culture, landscapes and so forth. However, for this week I liked this image best – there’s clutter and colour, people, vehicles and food, religion and daily lives… Welcome to Hyderabad, Telangana, India
Week #4 – Shoot from below
From this crop you cant tell that I was looking up at least 70 degrees to get this image. I really did shoot from below – looking up! This tree is really a favourite of mine and I like that I was able to get some colours in this shot and not have it be a complete silhouette…
Week #5 – Shoot from above
The next obvious challenge was to look down. I think the photograph effectively displayed it this week. I could have gone for a better shot but I wanted to use this one – nature taking back what was once her own. The way the bicycle is almost buried in the drying grass just appealed to me…
Week #6 – Levitation (NOT)
So, I suck at levitation and for some reason I wasn’t motivated to try this challenge this week. Instead I used an image of one of my favourite things in India – street food! 🙂
Week #7 – (Leading) Lines
When Mother Nature decides to help you with a challenge, even though you only have your phone on you, you accept it! The coloured versions were pretty but I like the moodiness of the black and white shot more.
Today you are both celebrating the fact that you have a child who made it to 30 years. I’m celebrating the fact that you made it 30 years into parenthood without killing your mischievous offspring. *hahah* For that I thank you dearly as I’m thrilled to be alive, to meet this milestone. I know you love me and are proud of me and all that good stuff. I also know that there were trying times when I was a less than disciplined child. Let’s celebrate the fact that all three of us made it this far in life together!!!
Most people would do a birthday post with their achievements so far in life and maybe some resolutions for the next couple years. I think the distance from home has put me in a ‘reflective’ mood this year. I don’t want to look to the future; I want to look at my past – relive some of the things that have made me who I am today.
You might not realise it but there are many things I’d like to remind you of right now. Let’s call this a trip down memory lane from my point of view:
Mom, I remember quite a few times you would chase me to give me some ‘good lashes.’ Come on, Mom! Why would anyone refer to a spanking as ‘good’??? I don’t see what was so ‘good’ about those! Therefore, I ran away, even when you called me. *smirks* I probably deserved quite a lot of those. Okay! I probably deserved all as you never raised you hand at me unless I was really horrid. However, let’s look at the good side of those ‘spanking chases’: (1) I helped to keep you fit Mom, and, (2) I learned to hide my mischief more efficiently, thus, you were less stressed out and forced to discipline me! Win-win.
I remember the time Dad forgot me at school when I was in Form 2. I still don’t know what happened that day. I remember sitting under that tree in the school yard and waiting and waiting and still no Dad. Finally, at about 5pm (he’d normally get me at 3:30pm and take me to the office) I called him only to find out that he was almost home – at the head of the street. I think he broke a few speed limits that day because in a matter of 10 minutes he was there for me. Mom, we never told you this then cause I got bribed with the promise of ice-cream but I’m happily sharing this now as I don’t think he ever did fulfill that bargain. *evil grin*
Yes, I shared a few ‘bad memories’ first. They make me laugh when I think of them. In addition, as I grew older, the ‘parent training’ of you two became easier and you stopped spanking me and forgetting me. I think we turned out okay…
Now, for some of the good memories:
Mom, do you remember holding my hand and taking me to nursery school? This should have taken us a maximum of 10 minutes walking but it invariably turned into about half hour. The reason was because I needed to say ‘good morning’ to everyone I saw on the way and would also strike up conversations with the old ladies in the street. You taught me early in life to be polite to people and to enjoy the simple things in life.
Dad, do you remember the time when you were at home with me when I was in Prep A? You would help me to get dressed for school and we were both challenged with the task of combing my hair! Then you would take me to school; you were the only Dad among all the mothers – I was very proud about this. Every afternoon I’d stand up in class and peep through the window and you would be there under the tree outside the compound waiting to take me home. That taught me the security of having a family.
Mom, I remember you carrying me down this long road to a clinic when I was very sick. I used to wonder if that road would ever end and I’d feel myself slipping away from you because I was always so tired and you would instinctively hold me tighter to prevent me from falling. The sun was always hot and you had to juggle an umbrella and a sick child, yet you never dropped me. Dad, I remember that the only thing I really wanted to eat besides mashed potatoes when I was sick was noodle soup. Mom didn’t know how to prepare it at that point in time so you bought the packets and would cook it for me when you came home from work. There were times I wasn’t totally conscious but whenever I opened my eyes either one of you or both of you would be there. I also remember a kitten – all over black with a white star on his neck and green eyes. I’m not sure now if he was real or a figment of my imagination as he disappeared when I got well. Was he real? Anyways, these things taught me that true love from a parent is a joy that is felt and comes from small things in life – a hug, a smile, time spent with each other.
I remember that I failed math (miserably) when I changed schools. I was so devastated that I cried and cried and cried. Dad, you spent that Christmas vacation teaching me arithmetic so that I won’t fail again. Then, once we’ve conquered that challenge, you taught me advanced algebra so I’ll feel good about myself. This empowered me to keep on trying even when I failed.
There was this period of time when I would go to Modo’s after school because you were attending afternoon classes in order to enter CPCE, Mom. Even when you fulfilled the ‘traditional’ roles of a woman (mother and wife) you pursued your dreams. The joy I would feel when I stood on that side step and saw you coming up the road was surreal. We’d walk home hand in hand and talk about our days – well mostly me as I was and still can be a talkative person. It taught me to follow my dreams, never give up!
I remember the first time I saw Bringle – my first dog ever! He was a cute little grey mongrel with a cold black nose and a curled tail and I fell in love with him on sight! Neither of you told me I was getting a dog but simply said that there was something downstairs for me after I heard the gate open and close. He was quite possibly the BEST PRESENT EVER! Following Bringle, the adoption of random strays over the years taught me compassion and provided a foundation to nurture my love of animals.
Our home is a home because it is a place where those in need can find shelter – there is always a meal to be had and friendly advice. This was proven time and again when family and friends would visit. I have these images in my head of you two hanging out with my friends – even when said friends came to see ME. The guys would go sit and chat with Dad for a few minutes or watch television. Mom would hang out with us in the living room after work on the occasions she came home to an ‘invasion’. This wasn’t restricted to the physical location but the many times Mom would cook us dinner (little rotis with curry and tea) and Dad would transport them to the university when we wanted to stay late for one reason or another.
Dad you taught me to play cricket – even when you didn’t initially approve of me pursuing a sport when I had studies. You instructed me on how to keep a good line and deliver a ball, how to catch and how to bat. I never was and never will be a great cricketer but I was good enough to captain the girls’ team at QC for three years and was even awarded the School Colours Medal. This support extended to other hobbies as well and I’m happy you encouraged me to pursue my dreams, also.
Mom, every time I was on stage for a prize giving ceremony or for a graduation, I would instinctively look for you in the crowd. I don’t know if you know this but it’s true. Both Dad and you contributed to my education in many ways. But I remember you first because I remember doing homework or assignments and meals would miraculously appear next to me. I’d eat and the empty plates and cups would disappear. You did magic! You taught me to write – not my nursery school teacher. You are my first teacher and considering where I am now, you have a lot to be proud of Teacher Pan!
There are so many more memories, great memories, that I can share; but there isn’t enough time or space for me to write them down. You two have always been the foundation of my life and no matter what I chose, even if you thought I could have made a better choice, you supported me. Every success I’ve had in life is because of you and I’ll never forget it. You made home a place where I feel safe. You made me the woman I am today – confident, kind and giving. The best lessons in life came not from my classrooms but from you two and I thank you for them.
I love you two. Knowing you return this love makes me strong enough to conquer the world! Happy 30 years of parenthood to you!!!
2015 – Project 52 / 52Frames / A Picture a Week Challenge
Week 26 – Negative space
I think that this is one of my strong points in photography – using the area around the subject as negative space so as to bring more focus to the subject. It helps that I have a built in rule of thirds thought process also as this is very handy when positioning the subject to ensure that I don’t put too little or too much of the subject…
This week I had the additional challenge of photographing a wild cat who was outside and likely to run at the slightest noise she didn’t like. I don’t think I did a too bad job with it. There are some other images I liked that I think better suited this theme but in the end I took this one because I loved the expression she has 😀
Here are some more images with Ninja!
Week 27 – Water
I tend to have a lot of images with ‘water’ as the central theme as I come from Guyana – ‘Land of many waters‘and all that. I had some good ideas about what I wanted to do this week but again I got distracted with work. However, it was quite a coincidence that I took a break and went exploring the campus with some friends and came up with this image. I think it fits the theme. What I love the most about this image that Scout gets from frolicking.
Since I didn’t really focus on the challenge this week, here are a few more images from that walk I took wish some friends.
Week 28 – Repetition
What does one do for a ‘repetition’ theme? Should I focus on reflecting the theme directly? Should I use the theme as a secondary subject in my photograph?
Yet again I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I think I’m lazy at times to think about setting up shots. Then I also realize that the spontaneous ones tend to come out better with me. I saw this kitten sleeping on the ACs and thought – ‘why not?’ I think it fits the theme nicely and I like that I was able to yet again get images of the wild cats outside 🙂
Just in case you want to know, I did try to set up a shoot with a chess board but failed miserably as I already knew I had this shot to use… Here are some more of the ‘repetition’ challenge:
2015 – Project 52 / 52Frames / A Picture a Week Challenge
Week 13 – Levitation
I’m not great with the levitation pictures so this was a challenge for me. I know the basics of having fast shutter speed and so forth – the theory is not a problem. However, let’s put the challenge of a new kind of photography with night together and I really had a challenge on my hands this week!
I did get some nice sharp shots (all with manual settings – so proud) but this was my favourite. It’s just one person but the way he jumped and moved his hands it was just too awesome not to use as my main image this week. Yet another week where I went with what I liked instead of what suited the theme best!
This was a bit of a slow week for me – photography wise that is. It seems like everything is banking up really quickly now and I don’t know where the time goes. However, due to Career Day at the University of Guyana, I was able to at least get a picture for the week.
Every year, the university would coordinate this huge activity to facilitate the sharing of knowledge about careers to the masses. It is an exhibition that takes over the entire Turkeyen Campus as the different departments showcase what they have to offer. In addition, external agencies also grace the occasion to exhibit their products and services.
Last year I got some amazing images but wasn’t too sure what I wanted to take this year. Due to unforseen circumstances, I wasn’t able to spend the day walking around, as is the custom, after assisting my department to set up.
So, this quick snap was chosen as my Week Seven picture. It is a picture of the Guyana Defence Force’s helicopter before it made history by being the first airborne transport to land on the campus. It caused quite a stir and if there was a prize for drawing almost EVERYONE on the campus to ONE area, then this would have won, hands down.
Some of my other favourites from the half hour I was able to take pictures are:
Memories of special moments…a Quest of a lifetime…