My Innocent clicks

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Have you ever though that photographs are actually time, frozen into a snapshot. Well,definitely I had that impression and I loved to stare at certain photos and painting for so long that my dad used to drag me out of the gallery. Not until two years back I got a smart phone from my father and I was blessed even though it had only a 3.2 megapixel camera. Whatever, I had a phone and I was able to click my choice.

I loved how the moment is captivated into the four cornered frame. And I always loved the emotion furnished whenever I looked at the pictures later. Mesmerizing and mellifluous.

For me what etched in the background will have a memory sketched into it. I always wonder if people who capture essence shall value the memories too, many a times have I read about people sharing their history with photography says it was merely the thrill that made them to encapsulate the beauty. Well, one or the other, that is the reason but to be honest, I love to capture just because I love and I am very fond of travelling. Whenever I can, I will snap a picture and later admire it, it may be blurry, milky, shaded or imperfect, but I always admire it and love to look at it repeatedly taking me to that memory.

To me, photos are something immaculate, that tells me a story. that must be one reason for me to love the picture prompt contest in Allpoetry, which is a vast social ocean connecting amateur and budding poets. Shuffling through websites, looking myself where I can shed some light to grow, I stumbled across the site and trust me, it helped me! Here is the link, if anyone is reading and anyone is interested in : http://allpoetry.com/

So here, I would love to showcase some of my pictures which has a touch of innocence where professionalism is far away. But, I never said that I was good in the first place and everyone has their flaws.

1. I love this one here, it is form my uncle’s lawn, now it is full of banana trees. God, I love this, I was playing with my cousins and not far, the muddy path leads to a small waterfall, we were going down there. When I clicked this one. I loved the warmth it brings to me. Coming back I was drenched and the sun was way down the horizon.

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2. Ok, I love clouds, sky and coconut trees swaying. I have lots of pic and I click on without boredom. please don’t frown at my pictures, they are not the best.

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I am not going to add more but trust me I have lots more.

3. Now lets move about to little formations of clouds that I was stunned with. I have a Santa clause, a big bird, eagle and Allah 🙂

Do you see it too? Maybe it is just me, but I see a beardy grandpa there.
Do you see it too? Maybe it is just me, but I see a beardy grandpa there.
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Do you see something, well, I see an eagle!
There I see something similar like that in the clouds.
There I see something similar like that in the clouds.
There I see something flying or is it just my imagination.
There I see something flying or is it just my imagination.
It was little more clearer than this, but as I dashed for taking my pic, clouds started moving and later it was just a fat cloud.
It was little more clearer than this, but as I dashed for taking my pic, clouds started moving and later it was just a fat cloud.

4. Now a little something of everything I picked form my trip to Tamil Nadu to something I clicked form my courtyard.

The net is playing in on me and the rain is shattering my windowpane…I assure you (if any readers reading this those who are interested in) I will post when the weather is clearer from the thunder and outburst.

Have a nice day 🙂

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