Northern suburb of Spring City, Paoma Mountain Forest Park.
The bus is direct and stops at the foot of Paoma Mountain. Fortunately, we didn't get lost.
We walked through the parking lot at the foot of the mountain and climbed up the stairs to the entrance of the scenic spot. He Huan followed a group of adults and aunties. They showed their ID cards and He Huan showed his tour guide card and they all went in.
The uncles were all carrying long guns and cannons, and the aunts were all wearing colorful silk scarves.
He Huan envies them.
He pulled up his coat and covered his small camera so as not to look unprofessional.
Generally speaking, it is not easy to get lost in a mountainous scenic spot like this. There is basically a main road, so it is always right to follow the main road.
What's more, there are a bunch of uncles and aunties.
However, they stopped to take pictures from time to time, and He Huan followed them for a while and passed them.
After all, it is a scenic spot in the city and I have been there several times. He Huan is still familiar with it. Climbing to the viewing platform on the top of the mountain, the morning sun bursts out among the clouds and mist, coating the green jungle with a layer of golden mist. He Huanshen
Taking a breath, I couldn't help but pick up the camera.
When we stopped, there were already a bunch of adults next to us. Their cameras were bigger than his, their lenses were longer than his, and there was a row of tripods.
Looking at their professional formation, He Huan felt a little embarrassed.
"Young man is also a photographer, isn't he?" an old man said hello proactively.
“There are very few young people who get up so early to take pictures of the scenery!”
"You're just using this pocket phone for fun, right? It's fine for taking photos of still life indoors."
He Huan didn't dare to speak. Looking at their big cameras, lenses, vests, and camera bags, he felt ashamed.
"Young man, this is too limited for you to take pictures of landscapes! You can't take pictures of anything! You need a wide angle and a telephoto to be able to take pictures!"
The elders gathered around him to teach him, and He Huan said sheepishly: "I just started learning photography, and I don't understand it either."
"When learning photography, you must choose good equipment, otherwise you will just stare at it. Don't be afraid of spending money when taking photos."
"Let me take a look." An old man stretched out his hand in a familiar manner, ready to look at his photo and give him some pointers.
He Huan had no choice but to show it to him. When he saw the M file, the uncle was stunned for a moment. Looking at the photo again, the uncle turned to look at He Huan and said, "Young man, you have to be honest!"
He Huan was surprised, "Why am I being dishonest?"
The old man got angry, so he put the camera in his hand and returned to his tripod. Several old men nearby became interested and gathered around to see the photos he took.
Then there was collective silence!
An old man said in disbelief: "Young man, with this exposure, this color, this composition, this light, you said you just learned photography?"
"Yes." He Huan has never been in contact with other photographers and doesn't understand what's so strange about this! Isn't it a skill that every old mage has?
An aunt also ran over with interest, "Young man, let aunty take a look too."
"Wow! It's so beautiful!" the aunt exclaimed, excitedly greeting the colorful sisters.
Several aunts gathered around and praised it, "The photo is so spiritual! It feels like the fog is moving!"
"The colors are so beautiful! Layers upon layers!"
"They shoot horizontally every time, but you follow the light and shoot vertically. Although the entire sky and mountains are not captured, it touches people's hearts directly!"
He Huan was also very happy to hear their praise. He mainly shoots portraits and scenic spots. Angle and background are more important. There is no need to pursue a wide and high-definition picture. If you are weak, you can only take one scoop.
After all, I am a person who has read a lot of books. Those huge photos can often only be used as promotional photos. In addition to being so big, they can also be said to be beautiful, and they are also forgettable. This can be attributed to the scenery, and has little to do with the photographer.
But those photos that he remembers must have key points. They can make his heart flutter when he sees them. He can watch them over and over again and imagine the stories behind the photos. This has a lot to do with the photographer.
Many people take photos to record, but only a few people take photos to create. The expression of the photographer is art.
Although He Huan is a road addict, he has read a lot of travel journals and miscellaneous journals. He still knows what is moving.
Therefore, he only took pictures of the sunlight passing through the clouds, falling into the mist, and shining in the forest. The layers are changing and the beauty is unstoppable.
You don’t need to take pictures of the entire mountain and the entire skyline, you can already imagine the rising sun shining directly into your heart.
Infinite country, isn’t it about infinity? It is not necessary to take a lot of pictures, what is more important is to create unlimited imagination.
With the foundation of extensive reading and the indoctrination given by Director Quan last night, He Huan felt like he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du at this moment.
Concept is what a photographer should do when picking up a camera.
The moment he picked up the camera, he just wanted the sunlight to penetrate the clouds and mist and reach his heart. This was the energy he wanted to give himself.
Director Quan can only teach him how to shoot, but only he knows what to shoot.
And many people have been taking photos all their lives, and they just take what others take.
"Young man, can you take pictures for us?" an aunt said, and several aunts looked up at him expectantly.
Just what I wanted, I bought this camera just for taking pictures of people!
He Huan nodded happily.
Several aunts happily walked to the platform, leaning against the railing, with the morning sun rising behind them.
He Huan's aesthetic suddenly burst out, "Sisters! Unfold the silk scarf!"
Several aunts smiled like flowers and waved their silk scarves skillfully.
The uncles looked at him and saw that this kid had honey on his lips. How dare you call someone who can be your grandma sister!
The old man just now must be the husband of one of the grandmothers. His face was full of anger and jealousy, and he also picked up the camera.
Several uncles picked up their cameras one after another.
A group of uncles and a handsome guy pointed their cameras at them, and the aunties smiled even sweeter.
He Huan reset the parameters so that the aunts' silk scarves connect with the morning glow and mist, and the color transition is very natural and graceful.
"Sisters, look at me."
The aunts looked over, and the morning breeze blew the gauze on their faces, hiding their wrinkled and powdery faces in silk scarves and morning glow, leaving only the shyness in their eyes.
Click!
"alright!"
The elders were still focusing on it, but the aunts didn't even look at them. They swarmed around He Huan. Who doesn't like the handsome boy?
A group of uncles couldn't help blowing their beards and staring at He Huan who was surrounded by aunts.
"His lens can capture so many people and such a wide scene, so there are ghosts!" The jealous old man just now confidently waited for the aunts to come back and beg them to take pictures...
When the aunts saw the photos, they couldn't help but cheer and clap their hands, jumping up and down like little girls, "What a beautiful photo!"
"It's so magical!"
“I have never taken such beautiful photos!”
The elders looked up with their necks raised, their faces dissatisfied and their hearts itching.
He Huan said with a smile: "Sisters are like fairies flying in the morning glow, of course they are beautiful."
Hey! The elders looked sideways. The aunts were very happy and looked at him with smiles.
He Huan didn't brag unconscionably. No matter how old a woman is, she doesn't want you to take photos of her size and high-definition. So while others blurred the background, He Huan blurred the foreground, blurring out the traces of time and leaving behind
A woman's shyness.
"Young man, do you have a girlfriend?" an aunt asked shyly.
He Huan looked at them, right? Although these aunts may have several houses, but...