The guard said I couldn’t use my tripod.
I said, “Come on,” a lot. Finally my husband said, “Let it go.”
After that, most of the pictures I took, using the ground for support, were just too soft for my liking, but this one is as sharp as the Holga can make it.
And after all that I prefer looking up at this tree from below anyway.
Near an old stepwell in New Delhi.