The final part of the series. These are from Deepavali day itself, the arvo following the previous parts’ night shoots.
The final part of the series. These are from Deepavali day itself, the arvo following the previous parts’ night shoots.
The black and white selection from last night’s walkabout. No difficulties getting smiles there!
In the past, I could always rely on good and likeminded company while going on photographic prowls. When I was back in London a few weeks ago, I tried doing my walkabouts solo (more a force of circumstances than preference then), and I find that it’s unlocked a level of confidence that’s allowed me to venture forth more independently and freely. Almost all the shoots, including the coverage of protests and special events, were done unaccompanied. I don’t think I had ever gone on solitary photowalks in Singapore before; last night was my first. Being back on this island, my…
Inevitably, my return to this side of the world means much time being spent indoors. My daily routine, if not simply and solely consisting of ‘home’, goes something like: home-car-mall/supermarket-car-home. So what do I do when I’m stuck in the car? Continue shooting, of course. Literally, streeting on-the-go.
There are two cats in their final instars, and I can spot at least four more eggs. They just keep coming (our poor lime plant).
When I came across this juvenile four-clawed gecko scuttling across the floor of our living room, I rushed to get my X10 for some test macro shots on a worthy subject. Lighting was tricky; instead of using the built-in flash, I used an external torch. Photos were taken in colour and converted to B&W in Photoshop.
Experience has taught me that some performers don’t take it too kindly to having a lens poking into their faces, so I approached one of the aunties, wearing my cheeriest smile and in halting Mandarin, if they’d mind my intrusion backstage. Then from down the road came D and M, who marched straight up the stairs by the side of the stage and disappeared behind the scenes. Old hands like them make me feel like a timid pup. I hurried in after them, and waltzed a few decades back in time to see mostly men and women in their 50s,…