Mundane Delhi

I've learned not to have photographic regrets. I've learned the hard way. I've not taken shots or seen shots and been too lazy, shy or otherwise pre-occupied to make the photograph and later saddened that I let it pass me by. I'll tell the story of the Nicaraguan circus one day. Suffice it to say, that's my photographic bane. Well, maybe that's a bit harsch. Let's just say that today it serves as a reminder and a motivation not to be lazy.

Last night I walked home a different way than the others. In a darkened and deserted alley I noticed a little patch of hanging orange flowers against a blue wall. The mundane alarm went off but I didn't have my camera with me as I had decided I didn't need it for dinner. Back up the 3 flights of stairs and in the relative comfort of my room the image of those flowers lingered. I had to go down and see what could be made of it.

Mundane Delhi

I struggled with the exposure and braced the camera against a wall during the half second exposure. I made a dozen shots from different angles but wasn't feeling it. Only as I got some distance did the scene resonate. Turning to return to the hotel I saw the image on the right. The reddish blotch was a little like an impressionist interpretation of the flowers. I had my mundane match and crouched to steady my hand and shoot.

The completed diptych is a little creepy but I dig the color, texture and relative complexity that that dark alley possessed.

Take pictures without regret.