My black and white shots came out like pencil sketches, others were seemingly out of perspective, like it's some kind of optical illusion on all of us. Something about the bulbous dome, too pregnant for its size, really, exaggerating the majesty of something that actually isn’t that big. But sitting on its platform, with only the sky behind it, and that morning, overlooking an invisible river. Awesome.
Everything about it seems to be playing tricks with your eyes. The layout, the gardens, the angles. The mist was surreal. At once feeling like every photo has been taken before and like every photo is bound to be gorgeous. Arriving and asking myself, how the hell do you shoot the Taj? Leaving and thinking to myself, I just shot the shit out of the Taj.
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