Outside the Madrassa

Agra proved to be a great location for photography and although India is a truly colourful culture, monochrome images say more about the timeless quality of the country. They also feel to be a more powerful document of time and place. When unencumbered by the specific details of the moment and so without colour, they become iconic and generic at the same time.

This particular image resonates with me for the diverse expressions and postures of this group as they stand outside their school at the end of the afternoon. I have retained that glimpse inside the madrassa from where an adult  is looking at us guardedly, because he reinforces the adult-child relationship and also because it helps to balance the composition.

In one sense this pictures is about rhythms; rhythms of placement, division and gesture: but also the rhythms of life.

Outside the Madrassa

Dirty Window

 

Here we go again….

Back with the living after having had the flu for a week and a half, and, well if you live in the northern hemisphere you will understand about the dark days of January when you would rather stick your head in a bucket until spring looms into view, and in these parts that’s a wait until at least the end of April.

So, back with the living after not blogging for two weeks, and just to offer good cheer, here is a photo taken in one of the back lanes of Kirkcudbright which we call Ker-coo-bree, but you can call it whatever you like ’cause no-one will hear you…… and is a picture that no right minded normal person would ever conceive of wanting to take….but provides endless hours of joy to photography anoraks the world over, possibly….

Dirty Window