70.0-300.0 mm f/4.0-5.6
The park next to my home draws me constantly for photography or otherwise. There is so much to do and so much to see if you have correct vision else all is ordinary.
Posted for The Daily Post Photo Challenge!
I will start in reverse order. As an object, the below graffiti on Brick lane, London is by far symmetrical. But, all photographer capture it in their own style – some include street and some people in their composition. However, I was overwhelmed by the genius of artist that decided to compose accordingly to highlight symmetry.
The next example is absolute symmetry is object – hand crafted by mother Nature.
The next example is photograph of a window grill. The grill was topped up wire to prohibit entry of pigeons. Here, I saw an opportunity for a B&W abstract of object.
The next abstract is photo is not symmetric in literal sense but uniform infusion of colors gives an impression of symmetry.
The last one is symmetry by composition. The trees are by no means symmetric but composition gives an impression of symmetry.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Scale.”
My contribution for ‘Yellow’
It happened on one of fine spring morning when the sun was crisp and cool refreshing breeze was a bonus. The weather, which people always complaint about, was just too perfect. However, unsurprisingly, London tube stations were extremely busy and the uptight pilgrims of capitalism were ready to start their day by their very first ritual; tube travel to Square Mile or Canary Warf.
He lives in east London and takes central line from Gants Hill, followed by a change over at Stratford for Jubilee line to reach business district in Tower Hamlet. Like every other day, he left home in a rush ignoring the spring springing in Valentine’s park, playful birds in the pond, a swan arching her neck and flapping majestic wings, a group of Canadian geese pruning themselves and energy radiating joggers fulfilling their commitment to healthy life. He even ignored someone he himself resembles, nature wise. He was more like greedy gulls, more interested in the snapping up at the bread.
At the station he bolted on the escalator flights but that was not enough to penetrate through the closing doors of west bound train to Ealing Broadway. He had to wait another five minutes to get on the next train. As soon as Leyton station was passed, he warm up himself for a sprint to catch another train which will take him to his office, a 26th floor desk in a skyscraper. ”We are now approaching Stratford, please change here for National rail, Jubilee line and Dockland Light Railway”, announced the tube driver. The doors were open with a thud and he leaped out with lighting speed. It was not easy to navigate through the morning rush but he somehow overtook as many as fellow passengers he can and reached stairs at platform five which will take him to Jubilee line platforms.
His first step on the stair was a head on blow to a gentleman coming in opposite direction. What an idiot, he thought. In a few steps he tried and successfully dodge a mid-aged woman but situation visibly annoyed both of them. By the time he was downstairs, dozens were emotionally hurt and he was boiling with anger. He was upset as it seems everyone in the world is blocking his way to success. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. He turned around to curse shameless, manner less, rude illiterates who do not have direction sense. But as soon as he turned back, the very same moment he froze. His brain cells processed the information gathered through his eyes and sent a signal back. The brain signal moved few muscles and carved a smile on his face. He realised that when everything seems against you, blocking your way, making your efforts fail; one must look back to check if he is going in wrong direction, check if one going down on a stairs that is supposed to be used by upstairs traffic.