‘Between the Lines’- can be interpreted in as many ways as photographer may wish to and for amateurs like me, this becomes all the more lucid. So, here I go with my interpretation of this week’s theme- some are literal and some are abstract and some are just special moments in our pocketbook of memories that tell a story.
Ocean City, MD
Frozen clotheslines , Minneapolis
Somewhere en route Ladakh, India (photo taken by my younger brother during his visit)
Lake George, NY
One of my favorite gifts ever…my little boy who was two and half at the time, painted this as my birthday present. It means nothing to anybody but these random brush strokes on a simple paper now framed never fail to put a smile on my face. And what makes it extra special is this- after he finished this, he said he should draw one for his dad too as otherwise his Baba might feel left out and sad. He used to be such a sweet little boy and he still he but now that he is growing up, I feel that unadulterated innocence is getting replaced by some well thought out mischief! I enjoy these just as much but somewhere I already miss those days when he used to be my tiny mush 🙂
When he was learning to write in between lines
And these last two are illustrations by an artist whose name I just cannot recollect:( These are watercolor on postcard size papers and I bought them during one of my visits back home. They are about my city of Kolkata, capturing her iconic landmarks and also everyday life. The left one is of the famous Howrah Bridge and the right one is of Victoria Memorial..probably two of the most famous pieces of architecture that enshrine the history of Kolkata with pride. These beautiful paintings, peeping out from within the four lines of their tiny frames, bring a slice of my ‘home’ in my current home.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you are having a good weekend!