Photography: The love of photography stems from the love of life.

When I first learned photography, I heard from Master that my love for photography stems from my love for life, and my thinking about photography stems from my thinking about life. He told me not to look with my eyes, but to listen with my heart to find the fun of photography.

When photography first came into my life, it got out of hand and I was going crazy. I like everything about photography, such as portraits, landscapes, macro, humanities and everything about photography. Lens (big ternary, small ternary), flash, tripod, filter ... The happiness brought by photography is my own, and time passes quickly. I can concentrate on shooting wild flowers by the roadside for a whole hour without feeling tired. I can walk a long way just to take an interesting photo, or I can wait for the night alone. I seem to have been kidnapped by photography. I've never had an interest that could make me so crazy before. I don't care about gain or loss, success or failure, just for my own happiness. Immersed in your own world, in a mysterious island country with birds and flowers. I walked among the flowers. I can smell the flowers when I close my eyes. Under the blue sky, birds are singing and butterflies are dancing. There is no trouble here, only happiness!

On the road of photography, I am not plain sailing. I've been at an impasse. I can't keep a steady stream of creative motivation every day. Those old things are not new to me. During that time, I found that I couldn't take good photos, and I slowly lost my enthusiasm for photography, so I began to feel very annoyed and painful. I also began to wonder, is the love of photography a three-minute fever?

After the fever subsided, I began to think calmly.

I re-examined myself: "Why do you like photography?" I asked myself in my mind.

"I feel happy because of photography."

"Are you happy now?"

"unhappy."

"Why are you unhappy?"

"Something seems to be stopping me from being happy?"

"What is it?"

"I don't know, it seems that there is fatigue in my eyes."

"No eyes, no heart. You are happy, so you take pictures. You photograph, so you are happy. "

Through the dialogue with myself, I found that the exhaustion of eyes came from my stubborn view of things. If I look at it from a different angle and in a different mood, it will be different A wild flower in full bloom in the morning light, originally a delicate flower, has become a "big tree" when it looks up, but a small "ant" when it looks down. Shooting the same thing at different times will have different tastes. A drop of crystal dew shines on the charming petals under the early morning mist. In the bright sunshine, the shadow of flowers is vivid and charming; When the sun sets, the flowers are dyed red by the setting sun and become extremely gentle. ...

There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. What will the same thing look like under the lens all year round? When my eyes open, life seems to open a closed door. Even if I stay at home, I can take my favorite photos. I began to understand photography, which comes from life and my love and understanding of life. I began to understand what Master said to me: My love for photography stems from my love for life, and my thinking about photography stems from my thinking about life.

Life never stops. As long as I live there, I have a steady stream of creativity, because photography comes from life.