“You must not look at things casually. Your eyes must be like a microscope. Look carefully… Your eyes must conduct a dialogue with the world. There is beauty all around. And the great motivation is to design and discover this beauty, to communicate this beauty… Great pictures are not taken, they are made.”

—  T S Satyan

As written at on his blog http://wearethebest.wordpress.com/ts-satyan/.

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