Ever since I started this blog I have been consciously stepping out more frequently on photowalks around my neighbourhood and it's been a pleasant surprise to stumble upon a nook here and there that I have never seen before. From a couple of images below, which were shot in the afternoon in bright daylight, it appears that these corners lend themselves visible only to those who really want to find them :)
The first images were captured in semi autopilot mode. You know, pointing the camera at the ground, pointing it directly upwards, shooting into the sun etc. The usual. But there's no saying if I was being a social nuisance or not since there was no one around to witness it. That's the experiment of Schrödinger's cat.
Although it's quite fantastical to imagine a cat in a lab coat performing an experiment, here I mean the experiment called Schrödinger's cat. For the former, I refer you to a beloved Hanna-Barbera character. (I really am making this up as I go on. I had no more than two sentences in my head as I sat down to write.) Though, as I say it, I wonder if the other characters in Tom's world would consider him a social nuisance rather than beloved. Does that then make me a beloved character (or even a cat?) to someone looking into my world? Though if that someone is Schrödinger from the afterworld, he's probably more likely to reach for my throat right now.
Getting back to the real story, a few minutes of breathing in the air of Narnia (Obviously. Having come this far are you really going to give up now? :)) put me in a whimsical state of mind. Why get a ground-level shot in the "usual" way when I can hold the camera upside-down, face backwards, bend downwards, hold the camera at ground-level and shoot between my legs (facing the horizon and not upwards. Wanted to put it out there just in case). I checked. There was no one around as this series of events came to pass. Below is the result rotated 180° to face the right way.
Naturally, I have no images to show of Narnia itself as those that were taken while there have been magically erased from the card on my return to reality. Basic fantasy stuff. But it was wonderful, I tell you. Here's an image of the path leading to Narnia though. Only those who really want to find it will make it there again.
Final image of the day presented some challenges which, though stepping out of Narnia but still carrying a dusting of fantasy on me, I was able to overcome but not without some friction between mind, hand and device. Reality was slowly getting its fat fingers back on me. (I was about to use the words "cold", "clammy" and "claws" here as per cliche but that would be really hitting Reality below the belt. I thought the poor guy deserved a break from the third degree.)