A GREEN PALLETE
Besides being on a lookout for orange sunsets, flying skies, and bluish waters, as a photographer, I felt happy to celebrate the quiet remoteness whenever I visited that tranquil landscape. It’s hidden far from the maddening crowds, a suburb, and an hour and a half away from the city I live. It’s located at a secret tract where visitors seldom run through. It is plainly an enchanting stretch of hills. I believe I’m more in a reflective mind when I reached there encircled by the green plant life than seen working on the shutter settings aimed at impressive images.
This rush of excitement overpowered me when I drove toward the hills of Kondapalli early one morning. I trek along the undisturbed valley, the hill range jutting out like inverted cones, clothed in a thick green mantle, drenched by a month-long downpour. I notice the clouds, lazily looming above, thick and threatening.
For most of the three-hour loot of the green environs with my best camera gear, I couldn’t set my eyes on definite frames. My focus seemed wavered by the different shadows of green – bright, nascent, pale, confusing shades, and hues shining for attention. It’s relaxing, seducing, invigorating, and it’s meditative. I wasn’t sure if the sheer hard work for three starving hours would delight with satisfying images.
However, I went around looking for the shades of harmony, the interplay of colors, and the hum of twigs and leaves. In the end, I brought home the impressions of the variegated greenness in a pleasant format.