Manoharan Karthigasu
In the stillness, I see.
It’s not about the perfect shot, or how sharp the image is.
It’s about being there — fully — in a fleeting moment the world almost forgot.
A sliver of time when I paused… and noticed.
A quiet corner of light, a shadow crossing a street, the hush between footsteps.
It’s about being there — fully — in a fleeting moment the world almost forgot.
A sliver of time when I paused… and noticed.
A quiet corner of light, a shadow crossing a street, the hush between footsteps.
When life presses in too tightly, I reach for my camera.
Not to escape, but to return —
To myself, to the present, to the unnoticed beauty that was always there.
Not to escape, but to return —
To myself, to the present, to the unnoticed beauty that was always there.
Maybe, as you look through these photos,
you’ll remember a moment of your own —
when everything slowed down,
and for a breath, the world made sense.
you’ll remember a moment of your own —
when everything slowed down,
and for a breath, the world made sense.