"A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask."
Susan Sontag (1933- ); in New York Review of Books 23June, 1977
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Solitude is perfectly visible in this part of the country.
Big rocks and boulders appear like thousands of elephants taking bath in the
shallow river called “Subarnarekha”. This picture is a miniscule form of our
own present world where human identity is defined not clearly but only in
silhouettes. We are mere islanders but we hope to reach out to the rest of the
world in search of life even when darkness persists.
Very few insects are perhaps more beautiful than the
butterflies. The wings with all their colourful patterns do cast a magical
spell on the eyes that see them. When the early-morning dews cling to them they
look colourfully decked in exquisite pearls, and who can then fail to look at
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