This exercise required a sequence of photographs to be taken of a scene, moving from the first initial photograph, to one that would be considered the best. I guess “best” means one that best captures the atmosphere of the place and the people. In this case, I attended an event marking the annual Holi festival here in Nepal. It proved to be quite busy, with plenty of opportunity for people photos. I felt less conscious about snapping away as many people had cameras out themselves.
Photo 1 – Initial image
This was the very first photo, taken as I entered the first of many narrow streets leading up to the area of the event.
As I walked further in, signs that a festive mood was in the air, as marked by the presence of numerous trinket and ballon sellers.
Most of the people around me where in heading in one general direction, so decided to go with the flow.
Lots of people were content to sit and watch those passing by on the way to the event.
Of course, a Nepali festival is not a festival unless there are matronly ladies in attendance selling their…
…delicacies! I can personally recommend these sweet and spicy treats!
More trinkets on offer for sale. The bigger the toys got, the closer to the event I reckoned I was.
The narrow streets widened ahead, and throng of people is sighted. I had to stand on an elevated side paving to try and take in what was ahead (I’m not admitting to being short though!)
This lady has probably seen this yearly event all too often before, but still apparently wanting to be a part of it.
Need some local home brew, raksi, to wash down the spicy snacks! Too much of this and I would probably end up unable to see or shoot straight! A quick indoor shot here necessitated a lens change (Nikkor AF-S 50mm) and a very wide aperture setting.
Closer now, and I start to see where all the roads are leading to. Now on my tippy toes!
It was hard to get an initial photo of the centre of attraction, a masked performance by Newari men celebrating their Hindu Gods.
I took a step back and widened my cameras’ field of view to take in these who braved a climb up onto some wooden contraption, and probably had the best view of all.
I zoomed in for a close up of the boys.
I shifted my position round to the other side of the festival dance are to get a better view of the masked performers. Could not quite get a clear enough shot. I thought about about elevating my camera above my head and using its swivelling LCD screen to get a better view but decided instead to capture just what I could see from eye-level and work within that constraint.
The local followed the performance of the dancers with rapt attention. My attention now turned increasingly towards the audience.
Another view of the spectators. It was at this point that I actually began to find the audience of more interest than the performance.
The performance held enough of the spectators attention that I could take photos without being too obvious. Nepali are often camera-shy, especially up-close.
Other photographers with a better position than I had…
I wasn’t too sure of the significance or meaning of the performance or the costumes etc. I think as a photographer specifically covering an event, one has to have at least a good idea as to what is going on so as to be better prepared to record the event with some understanding.
By now I was just photographing the spectators. More than a few interesting characters caught my attention.
At about this time a group of young men came into view, their faces dusted with brightly coloured powders, which is a typical adornment on this particular day.
The young men were somewhat rowdy, obviously already well into their celebrations, and would probably end the night legless after more than a few servings of raksi.
This is one of my favourite photos from the time I spent at the event, and the one I would consider the best. I love the details in the faces of these two ladies (much more detail is obvious in the full resolution photos than in the compressed and resized ones above) and their expressions, as well as the vibrancy of the colour in the red sari. They were standing quite close to me and did not seem to mind my peering camera lens. This was not the last image I took, I went on to take maybe a dozen more.