Salon Saturday

A salon visit can be a whole story when you’re five. First came the waiting- the fidgeting, the sighs, the face that said, why is this taking forever? Then mischief slipped in, as boredom always invites it. A magazine appeared, and suddenly he was a little grown-up, flipping pages like he had important meetings to attend. And finally, the chair spun, the scissors snipped, and out came the widest grin — the triumph of a haircut completed.

Sometimes, it’s not just hair that’s trimmed, but a chapter added to childhood.

Shot on Fujifilm X100VI with the Acros film simulation. Loved the combo.

Reverie

A window full of sunlight, a single flower, radiant in its life-affirming presence, and my better half who had woken up not that long ago. Not the most elaborate of setups for a portrait session! 

I don’t know much about angles or techniques, I just followed the light. It danced on her face, weaving shadow and glow, and all I did was press the shutter.

Time and again I realize that photography (or any art for that matter) isn’t about perfection. It’s about noticing—the way sunlight transforms a room, the way a smile unfolds naturally, the way something so simple can feel so extraordinary.

Maybe that’s all we need: light, stillness, and a heart open to what unfolds. Because in moments like these, I’m not just taking a picture—I’m learning how to see.