After traveling for nearly twenty hours door to door it requires a bit of push to get out shooting immediately so as not to miss any part of the day.
The problem being however is often when you push yourself it is hard to get ‘in the zone’ photographically speaking.
This certainly was a wall I hit today.
Not only is the place well and above its usual pandemonium due to the Dewali Festival but you are constantly battered in your image thinking process by the logistical effort of simply getting any sort of creative shot in all the madness.
After an hour or so of fruitless attempts at capturing any images of worth I forced myself to slow down, see rather than look and feel rather than think.
Slowly, one by one, an image of merit appeared out of the fog of ordinary that surrounded it.
The more I slowed down and let myself get swept up with the madness, the more things started to come together.
I found myself whistling as I walked and this, more than the oddity of my appearance, started to get people to engage.
Next thing I knew I was sitting on their chairs, drinking their tea and learning a bit about their life and they mine.
It resulted in my best portrait of the day, a beautiful doorway portrait of the Grandmother of the clan.
As day slipped into night I found myself wandering down ever narrowing alleyways and lanes – much to the surprise of the locals. Taking the plunge and heading into dark alleys turned the day into one of pleasure as I had many laughs with locals, patted their goats, photographed their children and shot a few location images.
I always find it takes a day or two to get the photo muse kicked into gear properly and today, testing though it was, was just the ticket to get the creative juices flowing.