As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I’ve been travelling a whole lot recently. Most of it has been of the hectically-working-while-being-severely jet-lagged variety, which leaves little room (or consciousness) for taking pictures.
On my last trip to Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) though, I was forced to slow down and take notice – by a massive but beautiful thunderstorm – and then, I had to take pictures. But it was one of those rare moments when I wasn’t carrying my camera, weighed down as I was by tonnes of paper and a laptop (sigh, work trips…and being tiny) and so I gave my iPhone and the Hipstamatic app a chance. The only credit I’ll take for these pictures is for that consciousness…and perhaps, the composition.
It had been a while since I had seen a tropical thunderstorm in its full glory and power. The only rain I see in London is the feeble, unsure type, with a complete lack of self respect. You know, the deeply annoying type? Tropical rain is all powerful, seductive, all-consuming. It makes you stop and take note, awes you by its presence. It forces you to celebrate its beauty, its glory, even its destructiveness. Ah, I miss the Indian monsoon.
And so, I went to bed that night, tired, but strangely happy…and woke up the next morning to this stunning view.
Who says you need a state of the art camera to capture the beauty you see?*.
*Having said that though, I must confess and rather proudly announce that on the same trip, I became the owner of a new DSLR camera – my first. While the camera can no doubt do nice things, I’m busy figuring out what I can do with the camera. I’ll be back soon with my first results. :)