Just another set of random shots from the trip that didn't seem to fit in any of the earlier posts. I look at them and love how they are a product of seemingly, randomness - a shutter released just a second before I could see the subject clearly when sitting on the bus. Sometimes, I wasn't even sure whether to bother picking up the camera in the first place. And yet, something told me that maybe I should do it.
It makes me think of how the art of photography is all about building up this sense of awareness, or instinct almost. It is also about risk taking, and losing pride about that every thing you do has to end up in some sort of masterpiece. It's about taking the time, and learning that it's never wasted even when doing mistakes.
This much I know. And this much I learn again, every time I photograph.
