Road idiot tour guide

Chapter 6 Boy, Be Honest
In the northern suburb of Spring City, Paomashan Forest Park.

The bus is direct, and it stops at the foot of Paoma Mountain. Fortunately, I didn't get lost.

Pass through the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, climb up a slope of steps, and reach the gate of the scenic spot.He Huan followed behind a group of uncles and aunts. They showed their ID cards, and He Huan showed their tour guide cards, and they all went in.

The uncles were all carrying long guns and short cannons, and the aunts were all wearing colorful silk scarves.

He Huan envied them.

Pull on your coat and cover your little camera so you don't look unprofessional.

Generally, it is not easy to get lost in this kind of scenic spot with a mountain. Basically, there is a main road, and it is always right to follow the main road.

What's more, there are a group of uncles and aunts.

It's just that they stopped to take pictures from time to time, and He Huan walked behind them for a while, overtaking them.

After all, it is a scenic spot in the city, and I have been here several times.He Huan is still relatively familiar.Climbing to the viewing platform on the top of the mountain, the morning sun bursts out among the clouds and mist, coating the green forest with a layer of golden mist.He Huan took a deep breath and couldn't help picking up the camera.

When he stopped, there were already a bunch of old men beside him.The cameras were bigger than his, the lenses were longer than his, and there was a row of tripods.

Seeing their professionalism, He Huan felt a little embarrassed.

"The young man is also a photographer?" An old man took the initiative to say hello.

"There are very few young people who get up so early to take pictures of the scenery!"

"Your pocket phone is just for fun, right? It's okay to shoot still life indoors."

He Huan didn't dare to speak, and looked at their big cameras, lenses, vests, and camera bags, feeling very ashamed.

"Young man, it's too limited for you to take pictures of landscapes! You can't take pictures of anything! You need wide-angle and telephoto to be able to take pictures!"

The elders gathered around him to teach him, but He Huan said embarrassedly: "I just started learning photography, and I don't understand it either."

"You must choose the right equipment to learn photography, otherwise you will just stare blankly. Don't be afraid to spend money on photography."

"Let me take a look." An old man stretched out his hand familiarly, ready to look at his photo and point him out.

He Huan had no choice but to show him. When he saw the M file, the uncle froze for a moment.Looking at the photo again, the uncle turned to look at He Huan, "Young man, you must be honest!"

He Huan was surprised, "Why am I being dishonest?"

The uncle got angry, put the camera in his hand, and went back to his tripod.A few old men next to him became interested and gathered around to see the photos he took.

Then there was a collective silence!
An old man said in disbelief: "Young man, you said you just learned photography with your exposure, color, composition, and light?"

"Yes." He Huan had never been in contact with other photographers, so he didn't understand what was so strange about it!Isn't it a skill that every old mage possesses?

An aunt also ran over with interest, "Young man, let auntie see it too."

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" The aunt exclaimed and greeted the colorful sisters excitedly.

Several aunts gathered around and praised, "The filming is so inspiring! It feels like the fog is moving!"

"The color is so beautiful! Layers!"

"Every time they shoot horizontally, you follow the light and shoot vertically. Although the entire sky and mountains are not captured, it hits people's hearts straight!"

He Huan was also very happy to hear their praise.He mostly shoots portraits and sights.Angle and context matter more.There is no need to pursue a wide and high-definition picture.Weak water is three thousand, just take one scoop.

After all, I am also a person who has read a lot of books. Those huge photos can only be used as promotional photos. In addition to being big, at most they are beautiful, and they are also forgettable.It can be attributed to the scenery, not so much to the photographer.

But those photos that he remembers must have important points, and his heart throbs at the first glance. He can watch them repeatedly and imagine the stories behind the photos.This has a lot to do with the photographer.

Many people take pictures to record, but only a few take pictures to create.The photographer's expression is art.

Although He Huan is a road idiot, he has read a lot of various travel magazines and miscellaneous journals.What is moving, I still know.

Therefore, he only took photos of the sun passing through the clouds, falling into the mist, and sprinkled 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 sky, you can already imagine that the sun is shining all over the place, shining directly into your heart.

Doesn't the infinite world lie in infinity?It is not necessary to take too many pictures, but what is more important is to let people have unlimited imagination.

Based on the foundation of extensive reading and the indoctrination of the director last night, He Huan felt like he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du at this moment.

Conception is what a photographer should do when he picks up a camera.

The moment he picked up the camera, he just wanted the sun to penetrate the clouds and reach his heart.This is the energy he wants to give himself.

Director Quan can only teach him how to shoot, but only he knows what to shoot.

And many people spend their whole life taking photos, they just take whatever other people take.

"Young man, can you take a picture for us?" said an aunt, and several aunts looked up at him expectantly.

It's exactly what I want, this camera is bought to take pictures of people!

He Huan nodded happily.

Several aunts happily walked to the platform, leaning their backs against the railing, with the sun rising behind them.

He Huan's aesthetic suddenly exploded, "Sisters! Unfold the silk scarf!"

The smiles of several aunts bloomed like flowers, and they skillfully waved their silk scarves.

The old men glanced at him, and the kid wiped honey on his mouth.Someone who can be your grandma, what the hell are you calling me sister!
The uncle just now should be the husband of one of the grandmas, with a face full of anger and jealousy, 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 aunts smiled even sweeter.

He Huan reset the parameters so that the silk scarves of the aunts meet 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 over their faces, hiding their wrinkled and pink faces in the silk scarves and morning glow, leaving only the shyness in their eyes.

click!
"All right!"

The old men are still focusing, and the aunts don't even look at them, they swarm in front of He Huan, who doesn't like the handsome guy!
A group of old men couldn't help blowing their beards and staring at He Huan who was surrounded by old women.

"His lens can capture so many people and such a wide scene, it's a ghost!" The jealous uncle just now waited confidently for the aunts to come back and beg them to take pictures. .

When the aunts saw the photos, they couldn't help cheering and clapping their hands, jumping up and down like little girls, "It's so beautiful!"

"It's so fairy-like!"

"I've never taken such a beautiful photo!"

The old men looked up, their faces were dissatisfied, and their hearts were itchy.

He Huan said with a smile: "The sisters are like fairies flying here in the morning glow, of course they are beautiful."

what!The uncles looked sideways.The aunts were very happy and looked at him with smiles.

He Huan didn't boast out of conscience, no matter how old a woman is, I don't want you to take her too big and high-definition.So others blurred the background, He Huan blurred the foreground, blurred the traces of the years, and left behind the shyness of a woman.

"Young man, do you have a girlfriend?" An aunt asked shyly.

He Huan looked at them, didn't he?Although these aunts may have several houses, but...

(End of this chapter)