What does photography mean? Is it as straightforward as capturing images through a lens and then keeping them as memories? Or is it deeper; does it mean to bring a memory to life, a figure to life in your mind? A photograph captures many things, it captures emotions, it is art. The photographer expresses their perspective on the object, and presents it in a diverse way. Each photograph is different as is its photographer. I write, yet I also enjoy photography; I like to capture beautiful objects, people and memories through the lens. Maybe store it forever or toss it aside. Every photograph I take helps me discover a deeper meaning of who I am, what fascinates me, what is my view of the world. Photography, like writing is free. This freedom is gained simply through a flash. And then it exists forever.
My university is surrounded by a park. This park is Victoria Park, where trees stand verdant and lush in summer, but bare and brown in winter. Last summer, while I was walking through Vicky Park (as we students call it), I stopped and captured the first image. The picture shows the green grass, the tree's leafy branches overhead, as well as the university standing in the distance. It's three tallest buildings, fought the height of the trees, rising above in the picture. The scene seemed serene, lush, yet modern. The modernity of these buildings, the hustle and bustle of the university was combined with the richness of nature. Since it was exam season, the park and the university were both empty. Yet they seemed full of life.
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| Summer days |
The second picture was taken this year, in January. Taken at almost the same spot, it captures the effect of winter on Victoria Park. The ground is covered with snow, the trees bare and harsh. In this perspective, the third building is not included. The grounds are just as deserted as they were in summer. The only difference is that in this picture, everything else also seems desolate and still.
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| A Snow Day |
