Photography is a rare art
Playing with omnipresent
Light and Time
Capturing moments
That transpire magically
Just like a sudden flight of a bird
Or deep pensive prayer of a saint
Or something unsettling
Or maybe deeply political
Just like a dying child staring
At an approaching vulture
These are moments of truth
That transcends Time
A photograph rarely lies
Unless of course it is doctored
To peddle a lie
Ever since it’s invention
There have been warriors
Going to the ends and the depth
To capture beauty and horror
Their gaze becomes
The gaze of the masses
That’s the magic
They turn you
Into them
The gaze changes places
You become the onlooker
Your silence becomes complicity
Life of a photographer
Isn’t an easy one
Trudging with the gears
They make the unseen
And unknown visible
They unravel the truth
That hides in the plain sight
Leaving us to wonder
How did we allow this to happen?
Are we going to do something?
Photographs have changed
The world history
But photographers carry
The burden of Sisyphus
They must push the boulders
And the borders again and again
They must teach
The blind populace to see
And behold the truth
And not turn a blind eye
Again and again
Photographers have turned
Cosmetic over ages
They just indulge in beauty
Safety and narcissism of it
Yet there came along
A rare tall one
With a discerning eye
And deep wisdom
Who could stop the world
With one single photograph
Using simple Light and Time
To paint the undeniable Truth
An ace visual storyteller
Holding the mirror to the world
Leaving for the future
Stories that are imprinted
By light on the frames of Time
And memory forever!!
PS: In remembrance of legendary Raghu Rai who passed on to another realm today
Mad Decadence 