The biggest thing in 2011 that I discovered about myself from a photography's point of view, is the fact that, I had actually based a lot of my shots outside the faculty of my digital SLR. Not entirely due to necessity but more of circumstances.
Of course the most phenomenal force of change that hit me in the last eight months has been the birth of my first child. It rewrote a lot of the rules on "how I have always done things" and to a certain extent, my entire life. That coffee table book project that I had meant to produce post-travels, the books that I was meant to read in one seating, more time for myself - all got happily thrown (of course I could say this now since recovering some part of my sleep debt!) back to the second row. But life was never meant to be a spectator sport, not at least from the way I like to continue running my life. So we - mother and child - forged ahead, wrote our own rules, winged it together, danced to each other's rhythm, discovered about possibilities and broke down all limitations that were heaped upon us.
My best shots this time covered a more emotional and personal touch to things. I did on purpose, not reach into the plethora of choices of the many beautiful portraitures made possible by the amazing people that I had met during our stint on the dusty road, simply because I want to honour them in a separate project. These shots were to me, my "best" shots for the huge part of last year because they spoke volumes of the tenacity and determination that my daughter had instilled in me to continue shooting and exploring new frontiers and grow as a photographer.
In short, to not let a passion paused for too long but to soldier on even if it means we will catch a later train due to new challenges and the only limitation we face - time.
I hope you enjoy these selected shots that I had done from the beautiful country of New Zealand, and God bless you Kiwis for the memories.
The Maorian Jesus, yes!
My special moment - all that time waiting for the "human mud face" shot...
Our first Christmas by the waters.
A reminder that we were leaving the land of chill and back into the rush, the madness!
