My Panasonic LX3

I guess the year was 2009. I had quit Cleartrip and was taking a break. Travelling around. This is when I saw the LX3 online and immediately fell in love with it. I did not have much money so I pestered my mum. I pestered and pestered and finally she gave me the money for it. It was 31K !! That was more expensive than APS-C DSLR's at that time. so I beeteled down to JJ Mehta at Dadar. I wanted the black one but they only had the silver and I did not have the patience to wait for the black. That's how I got it.

It travelled with me constantly. The entire 2nd bike trip (Ratnagiri-Goa) was shot on this camera. The macros were surprisingly good. The landscapes were detailed. For a 10MP small sensor the quality was really really good. One of the photos (Devgad) has been printed to a 24"x18" size.

It still works. The battery had to be changed but it still works as it did. My elder daughter has it now.

Some of the photos clicked with this camera.



The photos of Matheran here, here, here, here, here and here are all shot with the LX3.

Karjat Diaries

After 14 years we gathered again on this spot. Last time it was Percy, myself and Batata and none of us remember much of what happened -- only fleeting memories of getting sloshed and having a hangover. A few remaining photos from that time remind us that it really happened.

Batata and me have been going to Matheran several times over the years. We have talked and we have walked. Dark humour. Philosophy. But then he got married and left for the Queen's land. The meetings became rare. This was only the second time. After 14 effing years.

But with some people the time gap disappears and we can start off from where we left. So be babbled non stop. Called up those who were not present. Ate. Drank. Slept. Rima joined next morning. It was a repeat of the earlier day with her added.

Old memories revived. Old lives relived. A good time.

Photographic study of the surroundings

This property is exactly the same as I remember it from 14 years back. Rustic. Raw. Overgrown. It was quite a study as I tried to capture the mood of the place.

Sunday Flower

“Friends are the family you choose.”
― Jess C Scott

Sunday Flower

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”
— Walter Winchell

Stones and Iron

Outskirts of Solapur city. Malran (barren land).

A stone mine setup.

Mans mastry over iron. Crush stones. Build civilizations

Abject shapes around. The sun beats down.

The stones wait...