Photographers selection (photographer ki jubani)

This was taken from a gondola dangling about 1000 feet over the icy crevasses of Mont Blanc. The mountains in this photo form the border between Switzerland and Italy.

It was a nice breeze shiny Sunday afternoon. We were playing in our community garden. Someone flick the ball towards where gardener was working and ball got wet. After that it becomes a monster. The faster bowlers it like rocket but the magic begin when my elder brother start bowling with it. He turns the ball very sharply, the moment he delivered the first ball; the closing fielder got a lovely shower because of spinning the wet ball.

I was looking that ball and suddenly I thought lets capture this awesome moment. I grabbed my camera and ask my brother to spin fast he can, after few miss shots I finally grab that magical moment, where everything was in sharp focus. – Rajat

In search of happiness… welcome the little angel to this world..

An afternoon’s worth of experimentation . Those columns you see reflected belong to New Buildings, Magdalen College. I spent a while blowing bubbles and then running backwards to try to shoot them . Needless to say, the wind was not my friend!

Rhyolite, NV ghost town near Death Valley – Matt

Botany Bay Road, Edisto Island, SC

This image consist of 3888 images taken from the same spot through one whole year. I stitched together one image from one pixel wide columns from each image. January to the left, december to the right.

The image is the view from my flat in Oslo, Norway. The stitching was done with a tiny bit of code that automated the process after I had chosen the 3888 images from the approx 17000 images that my camera snapped

Love it because of the perseverance required to take it, and the thrill of finally getting the right conditions.

Vancouver doesn’t get temperature inversions that often, but in January we had a few days where they occurred early in the morning, with the resultant fog typically dispersing by midday.

when I saw the conditions forming, I knew that this was my chance. However, the best time to get such a shot is when the lights from the city balance the light in the sky, which typically occurs 30-40 minutes before sunrise (or after sunset).

there was any low fog, and the forecast wasn’t promising, but I knew that if I didn’t once again drag myself out of bed well before sunrise, I’d be kicking myself if someone else got a great photo!

On arriving at the viewpoint, I could see there was a very high cloud layer that was just starting to reflect the sun, still well below the horizon from my viewpoint, but again the city was entirely hidden by fog. However, after about 10 minutes the fog descended slightly and I was able to take this photo. Five minutes after I took it, the fog had obscured the city again, and the opportunity had gone.

Held the camera with the other hand during a rain shower in Brazil.

I still don’t know what made the sky look this way but it was breath taking.

Bixby Creek Bridge, Big Sur, California

Water droplets from morning dew on spider silk.

Whenever I’m flying home into LaGuardia Airport, I request a window seat and willfully disobey the flight crew by keeping my point-and-shoot turned on. On this particular September afternoon, there was high cloud cover with one rogue cloud hovering ominously above Midtown Manhattan. I timed this exposure so that you can see straight down 42nd Street, all the way to the Hudson River. Greenpoint, Brooklyn and Long Island City, Queens are visible in the foreground, separated by Newtown Creek. – Jeff

This photo is titled “The Duel”
Took me a long time to do this perfectly in a single shot! My college friend agreed to go shirtless in the biting cold of February in Dehradun,- Vasu

Hill station

many people claiming it to be photoshopped, I want to clarify, it is not, but just upside-down uploaded.
rainy day at Chennai- Partha

Most people react to this photo with doubt at first. Is Kent an expert at manipulating images using Photoshop? The answer is no, but the sad part is that in this day and age of digital photography, the common reaction is to ask if it’s real. Twenty years ago, the question would not likely come to mind.

The reality is that this is not Kokomo (yes, I’m showing my age with a Beach Boys reference). It’s St. Maarten, the home of the famous Princess Juliana International Airport. At only 7,980 feet, the runway is barely long enough for large jets to land. Incoming airliners approaching the island, must touchdown at the very beginning of the runway, which is just past the beach. This means they have to fly extremely low, passing only 30-60 feet over tourists and plane spotters.

My dad took me planespotting when I was a kid. He knew the best places to go to see planes flying their lowest. We were taken with the idea that something so large and heavy could fly so gracefully and appear to be suspended in midair.

So when my wife planned a cruising vacation in the Caribbean, she told me about St. Julianna airport in St. Maarten. After seeing images from the scene of low flying planes over the beach, I knew I had to go there. I wasn’t intentionally looking for this exact picture, but I knew I wanted to get something fun.

The challenge for me was to make a photo that was not typical for the scene. There are lots of shots out there, photographed from a distance, that show the scene of a huge airliner above tiny beach-goers. They all look really cool but I wanted to make a photo that was unique. I wanted to show what it actually feels like to be there.

I focused on people reacting to the scene rather than the scene itself. I shot people getting blown off their feet under the aircraft. I shot people running from the spit of the sand blasting on their flesh. There were a lot of jetliners coming in that day, and a lot of commuter jets. I left enough room over their heads to keep the planes in the background. I was just really lucky to be in that place and time when the 747 Jumbo Jet came in. I think we felt like we were in a very safe place to make that picture then, but when it came in, it was like a shock. It took my breath away. It was like, “Oh my God.”

My family was sitting on the beach thinking they were at a safe distance considering all of the jets until this moment were smaller 727 type jetliners.

I framed them in the foreground with room above them guessing where the plane would come in. As soon as the plane approached, I laid down on my motor drive. That’s when it happened. It shook us to our core as a thunderous earth-shaking roar blasted particles of sand, each feeling like a bullet pelting our skin. For a moment I was concerned about my camera, but I let that go. I instinctively held my ground and kept shooting as they seemingly ran for their lives past me. That one moment tells the best story.

The 747 Jumbo Jet was the surprise. It was unbelievable! I had seen and felt plenty of 727 sized planes that afternoon but nothing compared to the sound, site and feeling of the 747. I found out later that 747s only fly over twice a week during peak season. They are owned by the French carrier, Corsair. I was quite lucky that day.

The experience reinforced the idea that I didn’t take the photo with my mind. My body shot that picture. It was all instinct. In the earlier days, after several years of shooting, I found that in key situations my instincts took over. When I looked at my film, I wondered who shot that picture? It’s quite magical. It’s an involuntary reflex like typing on a keyboard. Typing takes lots of practice. You get to a point that you don’t have to think about each strike of the key. It’s the same with photography. The mind does not have time to react. It’s the body. My reflex was to stay and shoot that moment and not flee. You can see the subjects fleeing and freaking. That was their involuntary reflex. I reacted differently because I had a camera in my hands.

This is where the mechanism through years of experience becomes intuition. It takes a lot of practice to anticipate moments, but with time it becomes something that just happens.

Took this pic from the terrace of my house in Dehradun- Saumaric

I was walking down the beach in Ipanema towards Arpoador where he intended to shoot the Sunset and to my surprise I was asked by two boys who were sitting up took a picture of them.

So I replied jokingly:* “I do not take pictures of kids?* Only if you do something amazing.” And is not that the kid got up and gave that beautiful jump in front of me!

Tilalotni, Himachal Pradesh ~13,000 ft.

“Most amazing” is a hard to quantify, but I was thrilled to get this shot last winter on the beach at Crescent City, California. It captures the personalities of Jamie and Alice, and I was lucky on many details, from the reflection to the birds in the mist behind.- Mahugh

The Duel

Taken on holiday in Cuba, as bird was dive-bombing

It’s taken in my favourite place in Norway, our cabin deep in one of the fjords on the west coast. We went outside early in the morning to blow giant soap bubbles to amuse our kids. At the same time the sun came up over the mountain behind the cabin, creating the reflection in the bubble. The hardest part was to get the focus on the bubble just right, the contrast with the grey background did not help.

-Odin

It’s a photo of the Northern Lights I took recently when I was travelling in Oldervik , a remote village in Norway within the Arctic circle. It was 1 AM in the morning with snow up

to my knees and a temperature of 13 degrees, but totally worth it! Reno