My exams have finally ended after sixteen days. It had been an extremely difficult time and I dragged myself through it. However, amidst all the horror, I managed to find the small moments which deserved a photo. These weren’t much; they came in the form of chocolates, some food or things which caught my attention (or distracted me).
My love for photography was finally re-ignited, after a while. Also, I grew to appreciate minimalist photography, because I realised that when I looked at a photograph with a minimalistic style, I gained a sense of freedom in it, and I am a big fan of this notion of freedom. I love the feeling of feeling free and unbounded although that is usually the exact opposite. However, these moments which I grew to cherish allowed me to gain this sense of calm, peace and freedom. This I wanted to create my own pictures in the minimalistic style, and this post presents the first batch of photos I churned out during this difficult exam period, which includes minimalistic pictures (not all are). I was experimenting with the different functions on my camera, and please pardon my poor styles, which I will improve with more time.
For the same reason of loving the feeling of freedom, I enjoy music which has a flowing melody and a bass. This kind of music have the same effect on me. It’s why I am particular about listening to music: I have to have the right earpiece/speaker for me to be able to actually hear the music and especially the bass above all the singing, and I choose music which gives me the freedom effect. It’s why I don’t listen to music through the speakers of my phone if I can help it. The quality is terrible.
This post won’t be full of words in order to shift the focus to my photos. However, I would like to add a comment about the crash of MH17 yesterday night. MH17 was supposedly shot down by a missile in Ukraine and it exploded in mid-air at 10000 feet before falling like raining debris from the sky onto the land. I cannot imagine the last few moments the 300+ people on the plane experienced. Imagine just flying in the air, some asleep, some doing their own things, and all of a sudden something explodes and you explode with it. You die in the air. You fell 10000 feet from the sky, like rain. If you were sleeping, you never woke up. As a human being, you’ll never know what happened to you. And even if you survived the initial explosion, you would have felt the feeling of falling. Free falling from the sky. You can’t survive even half of that dive, and you die in mid-air with all that sickening fear that has lurched in your heart and is threatening to jump to your throat because you are dropping. It’s unimaginable, and I feel extremely sorry to the people on board the plane. I feel just so sorry.
The world has so many humans, but where is humanity?