When I find myself on holiday, I take a pleasant morning walk through a city I did not know, I stop in the middle of a historic bridge to contemplate the beautiful landscape that occupies the whole horizon. The river, the sound of water, a joy. . It’s a beautiful day, one of those I love because it’s cold but the bold rays of the sun caress my face, this mixture of cold and heat amazes me.
So I see a gentleman lifting a gigantic, heavy object?Wait a minute, it looks like a camera, it does look like an SLR camera, but if it’s an amateur colleague, look what a coincidence, every time I see someone practicing photography, it’s a cause. of joy. You connect with the person, remotely, don’t you?
- I secretly take a few steps towards the young man.
- As they look at my phone.
- As well as who doesn’t want the thing.
- It’s not in vain but I can’t wait to know the make and model of the camera.
- You a.
- Je’t avoid this kind of “idiot” curiosity.
- I don’t know if you understand me.
- I also want to know if this is one of the ones I usually recommend.
Suddenly I see something that breaks my heart into a thousand pieces. The groom’s shooting? But what the hell is going on?That’s not possible. With the beauty of the landscape, the colors, the light, will it ruin everything by filming in automatic mode, leaving a cold machine devoid of any feeling decide the scenarios to take a photo that is supposed to move?I can’t understand it.
What am I supposed to do? I stand still, my head swollen with negative thoughts and indignation, I recognize that I am a little extreme in that regard, that I must moderate, I know. People should have the freedom to photograph however they want, but few things can bother me on a quiet and pleasant morning as watching someone shoot with an SLR camera, probably a very good fully automatic mode.
The gentleman on camera takes a picture. Look at the result on the screen with a slightly disappointed face. What did you expect, you flathead, I gloode. The subject returns to the camera viewfinder and a second photo is heard. Look at the camera with a frown, like I’m thinking “I can’t explain it!”And it smells.
Maybe you don’t know manual mode or don’t know how to use it, maybe it got lost for a moment. Wait, I’ll go and report it nicely and that’s it. I don’t think he’s upset, do I? I don’t know, maybe I should be a little more moderate and suggest it in a gentler way. He could pass and, when he was around, pretend to cough but actually babbled something like “Shoot in manual, mechanized mode!”, O . . . something even more subtle like “Don’t you read the photographer’s blog?In the blog we’re tired of explaining how to use manual mode, okay, huh?”Well, maybe you couldn’t say all this in a cough, but you have to try. The continuity of this photographer in this amateur is at stake.
As I try to make a decision and get closer to the change of situation, all of a sudden I see two girls stop to talk to the young man. They don’t seem to know each other before, God! I don’t buy what they say. One of the two girls laughs at the boy: “Excuse me, if you want some advice, you’ll never get a decent picture. “
What a joy! There are more people who think like me. Automatic mode is not suitable. You must shoot in manual mode. Yes, sir.
The boy looks at him with a face of relief, camera in hand, probably wanting to know what he was doing wrong. I’ll be more relieved that eventually someone is going to tell the child that I had to rotate in manual mode, or in less semi-manual mode. It’s clear that people as indecisive and dreadful as me are not going to change the world. Fortunately, there are these two ladies, who with a couple of noses there have them, explaining to the boy how to take the picture well. Experience manual mode, hurrah!
What am I doing wrong? asks the boy, is that it? I’m new to this. .
Bring here, what do I show you?? The girl responds, while taking the camera for a while. Smiling, as he winks innocently at him, he removes the cap of the target and jokes, “If you don’t remove the lid, you’re not going to photograph much. “
Let’s get it over with, ” she cries victoriously. Thank you. From now on, I’m going to inflate the photos,” he continues cheerfully.
I don’t remember very well what happened next, my feet couldn’t bear my weight. I think the boy took a picture of the two ladies, they talked about some phone numbers, all three of them left, maybe for a drink, while I, stunned, kept looking lost in the reflection of the sun on the surface of the river.
End.
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