i never plan to lens. i never have.
i pick up the camera and scan. scan until it appears. i don’t choose. i wait. i breathe. it comes to me. and i go deeper into that portal — finding the angle, the edge, the light, the texture. i never crop. i never rearrange. the edges stay as they are. unedited. as life is.
i practice the unhurried eye.
this is not photography as a skill. this is lensing as a practice. as a way of seeing life.
through the lens, it’s always a different portal. the light through the tree becomes a portal. lensing my forty five year old feet becomes a portal back in time.
the distant car, a fleeting expression, a blurred body, the quiet geometry of streets…
what is not a portal?
everything is a portal.
not what you were looking for. what found you instead.
the art of lensing. life, as it passes.
Ragini Bhajanka 