Category: Photos

  • Sariska

    I am still in the middle of a prolonged writing slump, so once again, instead of something meaty and substantial, here are some pictures from a recent trip to the Sariska Tiger Reserve. A trip that had its fair share of drama even before it started. Originally, Shashanka, his wife and I had planned to do this over the long Easter break, but unfortunately, COVID interfered during that time and we had postpone.

    April would have been a tad cooler, which meant there might have been more wildlife out and about rather than hiding in the deep shade of the jungle as was the case now. But it is what it is and we take what we get.

    Sariska has a bit of a torrid recent history. Until the early 2000s, it was one of India’s most population dense tiger reserves, but rampant poaching aided by poor security meant the entire tiger population had been wiped out. In 2008, a couple of tigers from the neighbouring Ranthambore National Park were relocated, in hopes of reviving the population. A couple of more relocations happened in 2009. These efforts have slowly borne fruit and now there are about 21 tigers in the reserve. The park is also home to more than 100 leopards, but they are more elusive than the tigers, and you’d be hard pressed to spot them!

    Sariska’s landscape is predominantly scrub, thorn and dry forests. It is very arid and hot most of the year.

    Of course, tigers and leopards aren’t the only interesting wildlife around. Sariska also has a fair diversity in its avian population.

    Perhaps the most ubiquitous inhabitant of the reserve, the Peacock. Here’s one in a classic pose, hoping to impress a female.

    Forests are never short of drama, and one morning by the large watering hole, we found this Painted Stork and Crocodile perilously close together. All of us had our money on a Crocodile ambush, but it turned out that a hunt was not on its cards and it simply ambled past after a couple of minutes.

    Our first day and a half of wandering about, we didn’t find any signs of a tiger, but on the second day in the afternoon, there was a lot of chatter among the forest guards and rangers that the dominant female of the Baghani area was out and about. We waited and waited, almost gave up twice, but in the end our patience was rewarded when the tiger named ST-3 decided a drink and some rest was in order. ST-3 has a storied history; she’s a daughter of perhaps India’s most famous tigress, T-16 (Machhli), and was the third tiger to be relocated here. For an older tiger, she seems in great shape.

    On the final morning, we went in search of another tiger that had been spotted near a smaller watering hole, but despite an hour of waiting, he didn’t turn up. But still there was some entertainment, when a peacock decided to play power games with a bunch of bees who were none too happy to be trampled on. The Langurs, on the other hand were uncharacteristically demure, possibly because they had better memory recall of what the bees can do.

    We rounded off the trip by visiting the grounds of the ancient Neelkanth Temple, built sometime in the 8th century AD and dedicated to the god Shiva, though it also has a large statue of a Jain monk. From a distance, with the columns arranged they way they were the ruins felt like Athens, rather than anything from India!


  • To Chennai and Back

    A few photos from a quick trip to Chennai and back.

    The initial plan for this post was to make it a long photo essay combining two of my favourite things: a train trip and one of my favourite cities. But as with most of my recent writing endeavours, it felt flat. I am still in that weird rut where I want to write, but can’t seem to put any decent words to screen.


  • Walking Around SRS Betta

    A few weeks ago while my friend Shashanka was capturing the beauty of Demoiselle Cranes in Rajasthan, I was walking the crags surrounding SRS Betta, an important hill and religious place for locals who live in the area. Betta in Kannada means hill.

    The hill in question, with a lovely lake full of lily pads. At the top of the hill is the main shrine.

    Once past the small rice fields at the base, the crags surrounding the hill are truly wild. They are absolutely perfect for those interested in rock climbing and bouldering, both of which I am slowly getting back into after a prolong absence (mostly due to sloth and some health issues). A short climb and down towards the main hill is a lovely little lake where a couple of friends I’d gone with decided to inflate their paddle board and go for a gentle explore.

    This area also forms the buffer zone for the Ramadevarabetta Vulture Sanctuary, the only one such in India. True to form, I spotted a couple of Egyptian vultures, including one juvenile who decided to fly quite low. Sadly, I’d only taken my wide angle 23mm lens, so couldn’t capture pictures of this magnificent bird.


  • The Agariyas

    A few years ago, I had a chance to spend time with a small family from the Agariya community. The Agariyas are a nomadic people that move about the Rann of Kutch and farm salt. Theirs is a very harsh life in very difficult conditions.

    I arrived at the two-hut encampment in the blazing mid-day heat. A day earlier, I had met Raju bhai, who along with his wife, young daughter and a sister, lived in the encampment and farmed the nearby flats. The only conditions he had for me visiting was that I bring packs of Marie biscuits and a couple of sheets to lie on because he had none spare.

    I walked around talking photographs and showing him how a digital camera works. We talked late into the evening in broken Hindi, eating those biscuits first and then a very simple meal cooked under the darkening sky. I slept fitfully that night, cold, shivering and raging at the world and its inequities.

    The Agariyas share their land with the Indian wild ass. Beautiful, bright creatures.
    The land is either flooded or parched. Life here is mostly in binaries.
    The encampment
    The family.

  • An Afternoon at SBC

    Last week I had to do an in-person meeting and suggested that we meet at the Bangalore City railway station. If there is to be face to face meeting in these times, why not pick a nice outdoorsy space to do it? The City station is usually busy throughout the day, but there are enough quiet corners for conversations. The meeting went well and after a quick lunch at the station restaurant, I decided to stay back for a few more hours to just read and shoot some photographs.

    I love this first sequence where a couple of people are in a rush to board an about to depart train, but the porters carrying their bags are a bit behind. It was pure chaos for the 15 seconds this lasted!


    These colourful boxes have the crew’s equipment (emergency flags, flashlights, detonators etc.) and are assigned to each lead locomotive pilot and chief guard. They are loaded when the crew starts its duty and unloaded when they are done. A fresh box is loaded for the next set.

    The wicker baskets had fresh Cauliflower!

    I love this platform and the way the line curves into it. This is part of the original, old station so retains the old gabled roof and wrought iron pillars in the waiting hall area.

    To the scrap yard it goes!

    Spending time at the station gave me some serious wanderlust. Hopefully I’ll be able to get on a train for a quick day trip in the next few days.


  • Photography is Tactile

    I recently came across this refreshingly simple and different ‘review’ of Leica’s newly released M11 rangefinder camera. Leigh doesn’t talk about specs or performance or the thousand other things that almost all reviewers talk about these days. Instead, she gets to the soul of why anyone wants to take a photograph, and how this particular Leica allows her to get to grips with her motivations.

    Towards the end of the video, she mentions how tactile the camera feels and how that is so important when taking a photograph. Now, I am fairly certain I’ll never own a modern Leica anytime soon and therefore unlikely to experience the same emotions as her. But years of shooting my Fuji X-T20 a certain way means I think I come close.

    The camera is almost always attached to a 7-Artisans 35mm f/1.2. This is a fully manual lens, with zero electronic assists. It has an aperture ring. The Fuji also has separate shutter and exposure compensation dials and main mode dial is set to “M”.

    So each time I pick up the camera, it is a deliberate thing to size up the frame in my head, look through the viewfinder, turn the aperture ring, step turn my way through the shutter dial and lock in everything before pressing the shutter. Sometimes this is a fast process, but most times it is not. I miss many shots because it takes too long. I curse myself often because of it. But in the end, this slowness allows for a tactileness that makes for wonderful memories later on.


  • Lost Frames

    Some photos make you deeply regret losing them.

    Last evening, I was looking at this frame deeply and noticed something that I should have corrected when I processed it. But I can’t. The original RAW file, along with a hundred others shot on that trip are lost forever because of my stupidity years ago. All I have left is this pitifully small sized version.

    Sigh.


  • Work Afternoon

    It’s been a somewhat busy start to the new year. Wrapping up a bunch of side projects and smaller consulting gigs before attempting to get back to full time employment.

    One of the things I did less of last year was photography. I had some opportunities to travel and take photos, but the heart and mind were never present fully in those moments. I desperately want to change that this year.

    Anyway, the light this afternoon by the window where I am working is fabulous. And in keeping to my promises, I got the camera and shot off a few frames.

    All taken on the Fuji X-T20 with the 7Artisans 35mm f/1.2.


  • Cigarettes and Tea


  • On The Bridge

    On a cold but stunning December morning, a lone commuter on the Auranga river bridge walks towards Valsad station.

    I love this picture for many reasons, including the absolutely beautiful colours. Up until this time I’d been a film shooter, staying away from digital cameras. This was 2005 and I was convinced that film was better. I’d shot a few times using a borrowed Sony digital camera and the results simply didn’t match up to what I wanted. My friend Samit, who makes fabulous maps and the finest atlas on the Indian Railways, was upgrading from his Canon A95. I’d seen his pictures from this camera and felt that finally this might be a good way to dip my toes in the digital camera world at last.

    And I was not disappointed. The A95 offered great controls and when exposed correctly, delivered fabulous results even in lowish light, something other cameras in its class didn’t. It was my gateway to digital cameras and I’ll be forever grateful.