
Each spring, meeting again under the same tree. The same blue sky, the same tree, the same camera, the same flowers every year.
Each spring, meeting again under the same tree. The same blue sky, the same tree, the same camera, the same flowers every year.
If you start street photography, all you can do is wait quietly until your hand gets used to the way a manual lens focuses. Without looking at the viewfinder, lock on 2 meters and press the shutter.
I don’t think photography needs to be a specific time or place, and it doesn’t have to be a scenic location.
Photography can be done anywhere and anytime. In the eyes of many people, there is nothing new around them and nothing seems worth documenting. They say you have to go to a strange place to find inspiration. But I am not such a person. I think we don’t have much choice in life. Spring, summer, fall and winter are not our choice. You can’t say you don’t like winter so you have to live in spring, summer or fall. What I can choose is to choose a device that makes me happy and carry it with me at all times, and the good things will appear in front of the camera by themselves.
Negatives don’t need glitz and glamor, just pure sunlight. I don’t discard out-of-focus photos, especially physical film, and digital blurry photos I tend to delete. Out-of-focus film gives you a hazy feeling with a palpable graininess. This realism is something that digital photography can’t give you.
The difference between people may lie in the fact that they face the same problem and make different choices. In one thought, you make your choice, I make mine, and then I become me and you become you. The difference between you and me stems from that thought, and the fact that I’m carrying a camera in my hand.
Street photography sets us apart. Life is like the tide, the ebb and flow, like the breeze, the spring and the fall. Photographers are bystanders who record their choices. I don’t pursue beautiful photos, I just want to record the reality of life.
I never realized how beautiful colors could be until Valentine’s Day.
This photo was taken on Valentine’s Day, where mobile vendors were selling flowers everywhere. The flowers were the only things that stood out in the gray winter landscape of the north.
However, the photo does not capture the moment when the lover sent the flowers, making it less exciting.
I believe this is a good photo because it captures the essence of Valentine’s Day. The image depicts both couples and a lone figure, which is a common occurrence. It is possible that the bouquet of flowers was a gift to herself rather than from someone else.
Photographers use their observations to find some anomalies and then feel smug. I can understand this self-satisfaction, because this way you can feel your soul, even though your body is walking around like a robot, seemingly repeating itself every day. Only photography can reflect what I think and what I find unusual.
From a distance, taking blurry pictures can be beautiful and emotional. From a distance, everything is beautiful.
Most photographers are rigorous in their pictures. While I appreciate rigor and seriousness, my own photography is not as strict. I forgive myself for sloppy composition, as it allows me to truly enjoy the art of photography.
When you lift your camera, you cease to be a local.
As a street photographer, I am frequently asked if I have visited the Grand Canyon or Nepal. Despite the assumption that I must travel extensively to capture my shots, I consider myself a local photographer. People are often confused by this term and wonder how I can take interesting photos without traveling far.
Perhaps they are overlooking the fact that flowers bloom in abundance both locally and abroad during the spring season. Spring is everywhere as long as it’s enjoyable. Wherever there is photography, there are moments. Now that is local photography.