Things start to change with the arrival of spring. After several rainy days, I surprisingly found out that flowers constantly emerged out from the wet mud, and the plants who have already stood near people through the whole winter raised their new buds. Spring is a season of rebirth; people get off their thick winter cloths and began to dream about the enthusiasm of summer. In this energised season, beauty seems like a eternal topic.
There is a tree near the road in front of Stop&Shop. Actually, there are almost hundreds of similar trees on that road, but I only chose that one as my protagonist. The first time I noticed him was a windy day in last week. I went to S&S to buy my favourite food and snackers. Suddenly, I just stopped walking and stared at an ordinary white plastic bag. She was floating, or flying. She came all the way from Marshall, sometimes danced up, and sometimes fell down, but never touched the ground. I was curious when she was gonna reach its destination. My eyes followed her steps to a bald unknown tree. The tree seemed so cold because of the wind. He was shaking near those passing car with roaring engine, and poured out its sadness. But the plastic bag came. She jumped on the top of the tree and voluntarily became his hat.
Yes, an old tree and a shabby hat, and I was standing right behind them looking at those two pathetic characters. When everything woke up from their hibernations, they still sunk in their deep dreams of winter. The most unnoticeable grass under them had already bought their shining costume, but Mr.Tree only had a single hat as lonely as himself. You know what? I felt bad for them, but this scene, the combination of melancholy and vitality, was also beautiful to me as a photographer. I know you may think I was either so bored or crazy that would like to waste my time on observing and mourning for a tree. The truth is, it was neither the tree nor the plastic bag stopped me from approaching my favourite food, it was my feeling of revealing this picture, reminded me of a scene existed years ago…
Yes, an old tree and a shabby hat, and I was standing right behind them looking at those two pathetic characters. When everything woke up from their hibernations, they still sunk in their deep dreams of winter. The most unnoticeable grass under them had already bought their shining costume, but Mr.Tree only had a single hat as lonely as himself. You know what? I felt bad for them, but this scene, the combination of melancholy and vitality, was also beautiful to me as a photographer. I know you may think I was either so bored or crazy that would like to waste my time on observing and mourning for a tree. The truth is, it was neither the tree nor the plastic bag stopped me from approaching my favourite food, it was my feeling of revealing this picture, reminded me of a scene existed years ago…
It was a spring in 2013. I went to a park with my parents. Beijing was much warmer than Connecticut in April, and all the magnolia and sakura blossomed with their charming fragrance. I took pictures with my parents among those brilliant trees as usual, but when we were about to leave, my was attracted by a typical sharp voice. I turned around; there was a middle age woman standing with her little daughter. The girl was about ten years old. She leaned on one of the sakura trees with a weird gesture, and lowered her head to avoid eye contact with her mom. The woman kept yelling: “ You need to learn the beauty of nature! The aesthetics you know?! You are a girl. Why you just can't find a single elegant pose to take photos?! Look at yourself! ” She was angry, furiously angry. I looked around and found out I was not the only one watching them. Obviously, the woman was not affected by strangers’ stares at all. She walked closer to the girl and put her right hand under her chin to make her seem like smelling flowers. Then, she went backwards for two meters and finally pressed the shutter.
“ That is ridiculous.” I was glad my parent never did that to me. The girl was like a stiff robot all the time; she was indifferent and reluctant. I could not help wondering how the girl herself want to express before the camera. Since that, I started to keep thinking about the prototype hided in most of people. Why we can usually be agreeable to what is beautiful? Do we really know what is the best?Or is that someone else imposed on us? The moment I looked toward to tree, those questions suddenly jumped out with that girl’s figure from two years ago. If I say that poor tree and its hat are beautiful, you probably not gonna agree with me, but if I say the flowers in front of Horton Hall are beautiful, I may immediately receive many approved voices. Apparently, you are free to choose anything you like. However, the point is: do not just deny the value of something disobeys your own wish while being the majority. To the girl, or to the tree, they were beautiful the way they were, and if they want, it is the fact that needs no approval.
“ That is ridiculous.” I was glad my parent never did that to me. The girl was like a stiff robot all the time; she was indifferent and reluctant. I could not help wondering how the girl herself want to express before the camera. Since that, I started to keep thinking about the prototype hided in most of people. Why we can usually be agreeable to what is beautiful? Do we really know what is the best?Or is that someone else imposed on us? The moment I looked toward to tree, those questions suddenly jumped out with that girl’s figure from two years ago. If I say that poor tree and its hat are beautiful, you probably not gonna agree with me, but if I say the flowers in front of Horton Hall are beautiful, I may immediately receive many approved voices. Apparently, you are free to choose anything you like. However, the point is: do not just deny the value of something disobeys your own wish while being the majority. To the girl, or to the tree, they were beautiful the way they were, and if they want, it is the fact that needs no approval.
Everything exists for a reason, and they grow with the orbit they were born with. I have seen many artists’ pictures and photos that have their original styles. So, be confident, even if you are only an old tree with a plastic hat.
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