'In this digital age, anybody can pick an expensive camera and take nice pictures.' This I used to think about photography until I travelled with Lalit Rajora. I spent fifteen days with him, visiting Panna and Bandhavgarh Tiger Reserves in Madhya Pradesh, in the hot month of May,2006. He kept clicking around while I enjoyed being in the forest, wrote and talked to my jungle friends. One evening he showed his work to me and my jaw dropped with surprise. He had captured the moments. Moments which
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are always there but normally slip without our notice. He had captured the leap of a langur monkey from the thatched roof of the hut, the sudden flight of an Indian Roller exposing her deep blue colour, a mating pair of red and black Tiger Butterflies in greenish background and a huge white cloud scudding across the burning sky. In fact Lalit had used his camera like a writer uses his pen or a painter plays with colours to express himself. His work was pure art, full of imagination, innovation and feelings. One night, as we wer
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e sipping tea on the wooden platform up on the tree, a storm brewed on the horizon across the Ken river. The snakes of lightning leapt everywhere as I heard distant rumble of thunder. A strong cold wind started from the direction of the storm. Lalit silently picked his tripod and camera and worked near the wooden railling. Within moments he showed his pictures of the pink flashes of lightning and drops of rain. That was amazing and I still wonder how could he capture those flashes which hardly lasted for a fraction of a second...and those drops of rain in that inky darkness. Well done Lalit!
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are always there but normally slip without our notice. He had captured the leap of a langur monkey from the thatched roof of the hut, the sudden flight of an Indian Roller exposing her deep blue colour, a mating pair of red and black Tiger Butterflies in greenish background and a huge white cloud scudding across the burning sky. In fact Lalit had used his camera like a writer uses his pen or a painter plays with colours to express himself. His work was pure art, full of imagination, innovation and feelings. One night, as we wer.jpg)
e sipping tea on the wooden platform up on the tree, a storm brewed on the horizon across the Ken river. The snakes of lightning leapt everywhere as I heard distant rumble of thunder. A strong cold wind started from the direction of the storm. Lalit silently picked his tripod and camera and worked near the wooden railling. Within moments he showed his pictures of the pink flashes of lightning and drops of rain. That was amazing and I still wonder how could he capture those flashes which hardly lasted for a fraction of a second...and those drops of rain in that inky darkness. Well done Lalit!
