You can see the Veins!!

           And the camera settings are:-
         

                 F-stop                                                                                    f/2.8

                 Exposure time                                                                        1/1000 sec   

                 ISO Speed                                                                             ISO-200

                 Exposure bias                                                                         -0.7 step

                 Focal length                                                                            5 mm

                 Max aperture                                                                          2.96

                 

Lamps...

  If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,
  When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,
  I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,
  Nor cry in terror.

Lost Somewhere In The World.

  I've known for some time. 

I am not of them.

One - of the society that surrounds me, 

Grinds me, 

Spits me out, 

At the end of each working day.

I am far gentler than they are.

I seek neither profit nor strife

No stomping of the ground

No pound of flesh for time served

No mental anguish at the manager's door

I am here to

Hurt - no one

Cross - no one

Punish - no one

I seek different things to what they seek.

I long for the lingering look, 

The walk among virgin meadows, 

The Sun, face, wind, and dew.

I seek peace.

I seek her face. 

                                                                                     -Gerard Horgan

Trailing Light!

 This is for the first time that i'll be revealing the settings used to photograph this particular image!




Camera Model                       Canon IXUS 105
F-stop                                     f/2.8
Exposure Time                       1 sec
ISO speed                               ISO-80
Flash Mode                             yes,slow synchro      
Exposure bias                          -2 step








                                            

droplets on a petals...

       We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering,


     waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the 


     way, to pour us down a path.

                                             -Anonymous 

Announcement!

Hey guys, there's an Announcement!! 

I'm expanding this blog from photography to some writing stuff (another hobby,though photography now is like a passion!). Be ready for reading some of the 'affairs' of my life-what all it gave me in all these years,what all i want out of it in the years to come and so on. Also i'll write about some photography tips(that has to be there!)-what all i learnt while a camera in the hand! and of course you'll be reading some of my college mates' piece of writing(who i'll try to grope in as guest writers!).

Cheers!

Be Happy!!

turmoil as it is...

We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.-John F. Kennedy.

Happiness...

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.
                                                                                                            Buddha

Droplets part II.

Footprints on the Sand...

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
             Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
             In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
             Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
              other times there were one set of footprints.
               
  This bothered me because I noticed
   that during the low periods of my life,
   when I was suffering from
    anguish, sorrow or defeat,
     I could see only one set of footprints.

   So I said to the Lord,
   "You promised me Lord,
    that if I followed you,
    you would walk with me always.
    But I have noticed that during
    the most tiring periods of my life
    here have only been one
     set of footprints in the sand.
                                       
 Why, when I needed you most,
  you have not been there for me?"

   The Lord replied,
   "The times when you have
   seen only one set of footprints,
  is when I carried you."

Droplets on Petal...

We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering,


waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the 


way, to pour us down a path.

                                      -Anonymous

Flaring at the Sun!

See that golden hue

Burning in the west

My dreams are with that color

My dreams are the sun

The sun always sets

But never seems to rise

That sun carries my dreams

Slowly out of my reach...

I watch it slide away

Leaving me behind

The color disappears

My dreams are with that sun

Whenever the sun sets

It rises in another place

A place blessed by that light

My dreams are hidden in that light

At my window seat

I watch the sun take it all away

My dreams are with the sun

My dreams are the sun.

A Rose for Life...

A single rose to lane

A single rose to slain

A single rose to hide my pain

A single rose to turn the tide

A single rose to make roads wide

A single rose as my guild

A single rose to rise the soul

A single rose to widen the hole

A single rose to achieve a goal

A single rose to melt the heart

A single rose to force a start

A single rose to cult

A single rose to freeze my body

A single rose to mourn this memory

A single rose to start a life

A single rose to end the strife.

Poem adapted from 'a rose'

by Dheeraj Haran.

Through the Other Lens!

Leaf and Life On Sands...

If I were a leaf on a majestic tall tree,

And I had the choice, of which I could be,

I’d be a maple to turn orange yellow gold

When the cool autumn winds turned warm nights cold.

I’d want to be high as high could be,

So all of the world would be open to me.

I’d sway with the wind, spring, summer and fall

Up in the maple so big and so tall.

Then one moonlit night in October’s cold air,

A beautiful frost would come paint me with care.

All leaves would turn color, as God would have done

To give the world beauty for short days to come.

Then if I could choose on which day I would fall

I pick late October when winds came to call.

I’d choose Sunday morning so bright and sunny,

As sun through the leaves flowed golden as honey.

I’d pick the sweet moment, when the wind was just right

To let go of my limb and float nice and light

Drifting ever so calmly from the place of my birth,

Then gently lie down to my rest here on earth.

In Solitude...

A glass of red wine spent

Recalling life's events

Crowded in my skin

In Solitude

Relishing a melody of lament

Drifting through my window

Gliding in uninvited

In solitude

Last night I cried out loud

For the sake of hearing a sound

Though I did not hear me

In solitude

Gawking at my naked fear

Of living a life unseen

Yearning to belong

In solitude

I woke up in the evening

Read a book out loud

My voice wavering

In Solitude

As the heroine yearned

In an isolated crowd

To be loved

In solitude

I walked around naked

In my new home

My skin in flames

In solitude

Every molecule of air

Brushing against me

Scorched in vain

In solitude

It was raining that morn

When I came to life

My throat stinging

In solitude

I see no soul

I hear no breathing

I smell no skin

In solitude

I mourn not waking up

Next to my beloved

To warm my frozen hind

In solitude

Yet, I feel no cold

And life goes on

As I bury myself

In solitude.

Adapted from 'In Solitude'

by Deva De Silva.

                                                           

Through My Window!

Connecting The Dots!!

Through the dark room...

Standing Alone-Tall and Withered.

Below The Horizon It Goes!

Sun is crawling down
I wait for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Im still alive here
Still waiting for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Days are passing by
Its getting hard to breathe
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

I faked my death
since i felt a threat
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Now real death is drawing near
as the sun breaks the new dawn
but Im no longer waiting for you
I sacrificed, 
Two yards under
I buried myself in the sunset

adapted from "buried in the sunset"

by faram siddique.

The Lone Glow...

I’d like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I’d like to leave an after glow

of smiles when life is done,

I’d like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing

times and bright and

summer days.

I’d like the tears of those who

grieve, to dry before the sun,

Of happy memories that I leave

When life is done.

Silently on a Journey...

Eternity stretches forever
from the end of the world
I stand on the edge
looking out towards heaven
Beyond the sunset and sea.

Forever holds the hearts
that stand on the edge of eternity,

Paradise is on the far side of the bosom of Elysium

Beyond the sunset and sea.

Breathlessly holding my breath

Promising not to let lose

the love I endlessly shared

Devoted until eternity, looking

Beyond the sunset and sea.

Dejected and Dried...

Today, as I rode by,

I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree

In a still afternoon,

When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,

But thickly, silently,

They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;

And wandered slowly thence

For thinking of a gallant multitude

Which now all withering lay,

Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,

But in their beauty strewed

Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

The Falling Flowers

In the beginning I saw your smile…the unwithering flower…
I was dancing onside of thousand blooming flowers…
The bud's fragrance was overwhelming silently.
That moment, I felt it in the town of wind with calm breeze.

Every tear and smile has a beginning and ending.
This time, my unwithering flower is falling down onto my tainted road…
The song of storm and fire take away all of my unwithering flowers.
The fragrance, the flower's colours…everything is melt vastly.
Inside the locked remorse, I find a falling flower.
Inside the cold guiltiness, I start dancing and plant the flower.
This falling flower, I plant it…on the empty soil named despair.
This falling flower, I water it…with my tears named blood. 

Adapted from "The falling flowers"

by Mizushi Hikari.