The Significance of Photography to Life Prose

Lead: Camera is one of the most common modern tools, as popular as computers and mobile phones. In fact, some cameras are computers and mobile phones. The following is my essay on the significance of photography to life. Welcome to read and learn from!

The significance of photography to life prose (1) Photography is the channel of my life, and literature has always been the support of my soul.

I am honored to travel around the world, know about photography and literature, and have a deep fascination with them.

For many years, I have seen the world through my own eyes. When I hold a camera, I face mountains, rivers, streets and people. I am always proud. When others rush about the world of mortals and stir up dust all the way, I look at my clean and slender fingers just for the elegance of pressing the shutter. Living in a painting, vivid and different, my mood is jumping briskly in the flash, so life has a heavy meaning.

For many years, I used words to talk about life. When others get together in twos and threes, whispering and complaining, I sit quietly in front of the computer and tap on the keyboard. The crisp keys and inner feelings turn into black typing. I posted a horizontal, paragraph by paragraph documentary about life on the Internet to save my memory. I will be very happy when I watch it again after a long time.

I've always liked it, but my intention to shoot spring has not been completed, like a dream, and I still long to disappear. I always like to shoot the shade of summer mountain, wear long skirts and love the world as much as the sun. I always like to make the long autumn sky into a melancholy cold tone, which is a lonely face with tears. I always like to shoot heroic snow all over the sky, as if I were going to a feast without asking for anything in return, just for the richness of the earth.

When I feel sad, I always choose writing to vent. In the process of venting, tears often flow down the keyboard, and the wet touch of fingers turns into heavy words. Listen to sad songs when you are sad, and meditate alone in the dead of night. I still choose to be intimate, and my thoughts are surging. When I feel missing, I put my love into the words of vows of eternal love. I hope that one day, you can see how much I miss you and how helpless I am.

I love photography and literature, so I feel good about myself.

All the way through life, there are many disturbances and strange things. But sludge has nothing to do with me. I try to be a lotus flower. Even if the roots are put in the mud, the growing branches and leaves are loyal, standing in the pond, so isolated, so different, and clear for life.

Because we want to be different and clear about ourselves, we are doomed to be lonely. The excitement and crowding on the earth are all outside the pond, and inside the pond, a small holy place is set off by loneliness.

But it doesn't matter, I tell myself in words that solitary lotus and solitary flower have achieved peace and innocence in my life.

In order to stop wandering and long for stability, I must now, but what I yearn for is wandering with my heart. My feet are fixed, but my heart is flying.

I am imagining, with a camera, shooting the rivers and mountains of the motherland, inside and outside the Great Wall, traveling around the world with a special temperament, shooting the world, I am in the world, and the world is in my eyes.

I am imagining that with the power of a pen, it carries a long life, nourishes the dry days, purifies the soul and achieves physical and mental peace.

Photography and writing, my lifelong mentor and friend, the destination of my soul, I will love you all my life.

The significance of photography to life prose (2) The shooting of snow scenes in late autumn and early winter is a technical progress for me, but after all, my photographic understanding is not high, and I think there is limited room for improvement.

The scenery always has a certain relationship with people, and the first snow has brought great interest to people. The snow scene displayed on the Internet is flooded with disasters. No matter where the snow scene is, photographers are full of deep affection and yearning for their hometown and future. Some people say that if you press the shutter too much, you will naturally be promoted to a photographer. I don't think so. I blindly followed the trend, and everyone rushed to shoot things. From the same angle, the result is multiple births, which I don't like anyway. Everyone has their own uniqueness, uniqueness, uniqueness. A painting has a soul. If it loses its spirituality, it is just an empty painting, and no matter how gorgeous it is, it loses its vitality.

I want to show ten pictures. I am not a photographer. I just bought some photographic equipment because I liked it rashly occasionally. Those with long guns and short guns are always too tired to carry these weapons, so most of the time these things are asleep. I am ignorant, but there is an overwhelming momentum in my heart. I feel that photography is a moment of solidification, and the next moment is completely different.

Chasing dreams in the snow: When I shoot, I think the snow is white. If I want to shoot Snow White, I must increase the exposure compensation. I met the characters in the painting. This is two waves of passers-by, and one wave is a beautiful woman rushing through the snow. They are brightly dressed and eye-catching in color. They show their beauty in the thick snow, which makes my eyes shine. The other three are photographers. Their enthusiasm for photography is high. They are asking my companion to be a model, walking on a small road with deep snow on both sides, constantly choosing angles and pursuing the photographer's dream.

Dream of Covered Bridges: Walking on the wooden bridge deck painted with red oil and holding the railings, the lush trees on the island are filled with fog, faintly visible and silent. Rain is still scattered in the air, a cruise ship is quietly moored in the distance, and a couple are playing on the shore, adding life to this silent picture. At present, the willow branches droop and enter the picture to fill the blank in the upper right corner. Perhaps the cruise ship lost its dream for a season and ran aground alone, but the lover in love, the charming weeping willow, will definitely burn its loneliness.

Qiushui Yiren: This is a set of pictures that are too powerful. Five young people are playing in the snow on the road. In an instant, they went down to the lake, lined up and walked forward in step. On the last day of this autumn, charming young people are enjoying a hazy drunken beauty with Qiushui Iraqis. May they have a solid ground, a solid life and a wonderful life. Thank you for your surprise. I said, beautiful scenery is sometimes an opportunity.

A suit of red makeup: friends walk in front, and the picture at the moment is very clean. Without her intake, this work looks too pale, and she just makes the finishing touch and brings the picture to life.

Flying over the dream: I take the bird in this picture as myself. This is a picture that places my hopes on my dreams. It is a pair of invisible wings embedded in my heart, which travel through time and space with the help of birds' cheerful melody and dynamic posture. I will fly in the most beautiful posture, regardless of the slope of the bridge or the muddy and bumpy road under my feet. I don't have time to give priority to this film. Unfortunately, birds are not very clear. Maybe this is the photography space left for me in the future.

Alone in the Hanjiang River: In this painting, if an old man is wearing hemp fiber, hat and fishing rod, guarding the beauty alone, then I will see a depressed, sad and unyielding Liu Zongyuan. Then I'll change the topic to fishing alone in the cold river, but the reality is far from imagination. The fog willow in front is decorated with falling snow in late autumn, which is particularly beautiful and lonely and penetrates the soul. This is a long-awaited wait.

Francois: I used a large aperture and the theme highlighted the reeds on the shore. Originally, the weather was shrouded in dense fog, so the distant scenery was covered with dark clouds. I am very grateful to these reeds. In summer, Wenying Lake is surrounded by reeds, but in autumn, for fear of causing fire, most of the reeds are cut down, leaving only a little, which may be for me. I feel glad. This point is quiet and clear, giving life to the dead reed.

The lake is shaded by light: two wandering wild ducks appear in the picture, moving forward in the fog. I suddenly feel that I don't miss the Millennium window in Jiangnan, carving insects and painting boats. I appreciate the warmth, harmony and intimacy of Wenying Lake. The shadows of trees are sparse and scattered, showing dark light and shadow. The black wild ducks dotted in it are floating in the mainstream of fog. Something deep in my memory is beating on the window lattice, yellow and clear. ...

Dependent on each other: I always stop to look at the lovely birds for a long time, listen to their chirping and chatting, watch their elegant posture fly from the ground to the treetops, and appreciate their colorful feathers. Because I can't photograph those beautiful birds in this picture, I can only photograph these two sparrows. At first, they landed on a branch, which I think is too close. Such a simple picture seems a little incongruous. Fortunately, one is on the other branch, and the picture suddenly feels more in tune. It took 70-200 lenses, the maximum aperture, and it was filmed. Only when love has a distance can it produce beauty.

Set sail: I like this set of beautiful reflections, which complement each other. This is a clean photo I took with my mobile phone. Silent narration is more suspenseful than audio narration. As if I heard the sound of sails, light and shadow staggered, and the mobile phone was also powerful in front of the beautiful scenery.

I laughed at all ten pictures. Time flies and always can't take everything away. When falling snowflakes bite through the encirclement of fallen leaves, when the tenderness of the warm winter sun is sprinkled on our faces, we enter winter again and enter the season of warm memories at home. I love what Feng Zikai wrote: People play with actors before the age of 40, and they don't reach the age of playing the leading role until after 40. Always use this sentence to motivate your own depravity. In this cold season, I recall the fleeting time, feel life, appreciate the beauty endowed by nature, and write bright and unforgettable happiness. In the finely divided fleeting time, I bowed my head and raised my eyebrows, admired myself, dreamed of falling flowers and secretly changed the fleeting time. ...