LOVE, NATURE AND THE MAJESTY OF VIJAYAWADA’S BRIDGES

Sometimes my eyes stray, and so would the focus of my camera away from the main point of attraction. Sometimes in photography, it happens – a set of bystanders seems more appealing than the main portrait, where we are ready to pour our attention. A close cluster of flowers flutter and glow in more attractive hues than the distant hills that were initially planned to be explored. I, too, enjoy these compelling, dramatic distractions whenever I’m on my outing. It happened on the shores of the furious surge of the river Krishna after a long four-hour acrobatics with my dear camera. After walking, the day that had stood gloomy, surely unfavorable for securing some click-worthy frames filled with color and warmth, then suddenly the sky smiled brightly in blue tones interspersed with grey, cottony patches. It’s like giving a chilled Coke to a desert-stranded person. The visual happiness that followed filled my small cup of satisfaction, which would keep kicking me into cheery moods for a month.