All of it has brought us to today, when we have quietly passed the cultural tipping point where taking a photo is as second nature as breathing. Whether it was new chemicals or new film or new sensors, technological advances in this area have - by and large - been about making it simpler for us to capture the moment. Our desire to know more about ourselves means we must have more of them, more often, in more places, and of many more things. In short, the arc of photography’s history is that it has always been about getting more and more people to take photographs. But it has never been so visceral, and so much a part of our daily lives, as it is now. Photography as we know it has been around for about 150 years, though its origins can be traced to earlier civilizations. Before other smartphones followed suit, it marked the introduction of a new language and the beginning of a new volume in the annals of visual communication. That moment reinforced for me the extent to which the iPhone had changed not just the act of photography, but the very notion of photos. Instead, they were letting the chips figure it all out as they strained to document their own presence. Here I was, standing high above, with a camera rig that cost as much as a second-hand sedan, waiting for the perfect light as I took great care to keep my own shadow out of the frame. And there they were, recording the same moment with faint regard for the quality of the light or the image itself. They were capturing the moment using nothing but the cameras on their smartphones. All I had to do was press the shutter when the time was right.Īs I waited, I peered over the edge and saw a group of off-duty paramilitary servicemen taking selfies with their backs to the scene. After futzing around with my gear for a while, I had my composition and focus set. I had big plans for capturing the magic of this place in a photograph. The Indus is jade green, while the Zanskar has cyan blue hues. One of the most beautiful sights my eyes had ever seen, the two tributaries have very distinct colors at the place where they join. The light would soon be bathing the mountains in front of me, illuminating the confluence of the Indus and Zanskar rivers. Standing on the edge of a cliff, I took my time setting up my tripod and camera in anticipation of a sunset.
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