Going by office bus in monsoon mornings in Mumbai is a different experience. The whole city is drenched, almost Green, people are everywhere but you can still feel the cool hug of moist air.
The whole city becomes content, people go to work, but you can feel their happiness in this rain soaked city. Mumbai sucks rain like a sponge, get itself clean like a glass, dress herself like a lady out of a fall.
I shoot with my beloved Nex-3 mounted with a Industar 50mm f3.5. An M42 lens older than me. shots are imprompty, through the window of the bus, while moving.
Photos here are not for document, facts, stories. They are for your own feelings. Look for the symbolic graphical blacks, whites, greys in between, look for shapes, impressions.
The whole city becomes content, people go to work, but you can feel their happiness in this rain soaked city. Mumbai sucks rain like a sponge, get itself clean like a glass, dress herself like a lady out of a fall.
I shoot with my beloved Nex-3 mounted with a Industar 50mm f3.5. An M42 lens older than me. shots are imprompty, through the window of the bus, while moving.
Photos here are not for document, facts, stories. They are for your own feelings. Look for the symbolic graphical blacks, whites, greys in between, look for shapes, impressions.
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