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There is magic... There is a fleeting moment when s/he, in front of the lens, and I link and our souls touch one and other. For one moment I know him/her and s/he knows me. For a moment we unite. I try to catch that very moment... Please respect that all rights are reserved © Daniel Martini, 2007-2013 (contact: daniel.martini.75@gmail.com)
Galumph
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There were many people around me while I was taking the photographs. This old man was standing aside, and watching me. Suddenly I saw him, and realized his remarkable face. I went to him, asking his permission for photographing. He smiled, I lifted the camera when he asked for pause and carefully twiddled his precious, his mustache.
Captured
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May well be you say that this picture is not too unique, but still is very close to me. First of all I love the texture of his skin. Secondly, I can recall how well cared, and almost unnaturally dark black hair he had. Actually, I am still amazed how most of these people can be so neat, while living literarily on the pure ground in the slums. Last but not least, I am touched by his distant mood. It carries so much...
Engraved by Life II.
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I was sitting on the road-shoulder during twilight. This old lady and her friend was sitting by me, just a few meters away. I saw her breathtaking face, with decades of experiences engraved in the flesh. I felt a bit shy that night, so, at first I just started to gradually slip closer to her, while just playing with my camera. When I felt that she got used to my presence, I asked her permission with my eyes, and take this shot. The next one (Gossip) is about the same model.
Laborer Child
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Technically this is not a high quality photo, but emotionally very close to me; It is my very first picture in India. Brunch of people were working, making bricks by hand. Whole families were working there, every member , from the youngest to the oldest one, having its own task. I was very excited when approaching them, because I did not know how people would react here for the camera. I was so nervous that even mis-measured the light, so the photo turned out to be overexposed. And then I got this present: his smile. He was happily accepting me and the camera, just as his father. This is where all my Indian photography story started... I remember them with good heart.
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