Under the influence

There's been a healthy addiction brewing, one which I haven't been able to contain so well. An addiction that many of my friends now know about. An addiction to architectural photography. I've been trying to track down its source, and recently while perusing some images I found the culprit. London! Yes, the beautiful city which holds a distinct balance between the old and new.It did heaps for me, notably by being the raging catalyst in my exploration of architectural photography. I've been influenced so much, that now I absolutely love this form of photography.

Every now and again the planets align in my favour and I'm rewarded with a unique opportunity. This time was no different.  I was told of a wondrous historical house, set upon a vast beautiful land, hidden cozily, not far from a coastal Sri Lankan town. It's not often that one mere sentence can inspire me, but this sure did and I was raving to go visit. If not for being inspired, I would definitely have been supported. This was one of those rare moments where I was accompanied by my missus on a photo trek. She loves travel as much as I do and is quite the adventure junkie herself. Excitement rising twofold off we went.
Just outside the picturesque coastal town of Bentota we detoured onto a road less traveled, and journeyed through some lush bush.Twenty minutes later we were met by an enormous wrought iron gate, glistening in all its glory after the light mid day rain. The hounds found us before the caretaker, and after quite the persuasion on his part they decided to let us in, but kept us within their sights.

To call this place surreal would have been the biggest understatement ever. It felt like something out of a novel, something that could have possibly been the work of the lady, famous for portraying a boy with a scar on his forehead. Sprawling, old yet intricately beautiful, oozing inspiration at every corner. What was even more mesmerizing was how much history it held. This was the very grounds on which renowned Sri Lankan architect, Geoffrey Manning Bawa once lived. Being a local I had heard so much about him, but having never been to such a site I was unable to fathom his intensely brilliant work. The craftsmanship was absolutely amazing. It depicted an era gone by but not forgotten. To capture it in a word, this place was a true 'gem'.
After a wonderful tour I set up my photo gear and began to work. One of my favourite images, in my particular style is that of the 'Porte Cochere and Glass Room'.

Let me know what you think.