Photo Source: Raw Pixel Movable There was more to say more to the pulse an hour of linen and saying nothing; there was a movable thought, a tear, a cup of tea and saying nothing; there was a glowing line between us, a blazing memory in a sister city; there was a wild breath and a feeling of wrung roses but there was nothing to say To and fro Fresh from a friend’s sing like the end of rivers Dead to the bone wet by the side Of a new wall we make quick love To and fro the city dark...

With each day comes its extremes, fears, anxieties, concerns, challenges, aspirations, victories and joys. Water being my primary element, I have recently started searching the sea of meanings, reasons, myths that form my dailiness. I take this search further by going out to photograph people on water, or by riverbanks. As people swim, as they paddle, as they immerse their body and soul, as they scream their fright or thrill into the body of water, as they try to reach a target, to either go...

My work as a street photographer is to see everyday forms, beauties, dynamics, curves of life, and to capture and archive them as visually as possible. Human life, animal life, plant life, flames, rains, happiness, uncertainty, wonder, these are the things that keep me awake pondering, and they take me to sleep. My art, in total, is my little way of sharing with the world visions that occur to me.