Review 裡面有一段話讓我覺得蠻有趣的:
This reminds me of the story about the photographer who for years happily took pictures of his family and surroundings -- always being told how beautiful his pic were and how gifted a photog he was.
At last he built up the courage take his pics to photo galleries and photography reps.
They were unanimous, his pics weren't good enough, interesting enough to be of any value.
Crestfallen, he returned home with his new knowledge.
Realizing that he didn't know what he was doing and he wasn't talented enough, he put his camera and pictures away so not to embarrass himself and stopped taking pictures.
Before visiting the professionals, he was didn't know his pictures were so bad -- all he had to go on was his friends and family who loved them.
A famous literary story is very similar.
He became famous after his death, and has been published ever since.
You might have heard of him, Franz Kafka.
我想每個把拍照當作興趣的人都會有這樣的疑問：到底我自己拍的如何？拍照的目的又是什麼呢？
其實時至今日，當我走在上海的街頭隨手拍的時候，腦中還是會有這個很大很大的問號。不管拍的是上海的人、建築或是夜景，那個對於自己拍照的疑問從來沒有消失過。拍攝的結果的會和經歷本身的context綁在一起。比如去了尼泊爾，看到拍回來的照片想到的不止於所捕捉的畫面；看自己的西班牙正片，想到的可能是這個frame到下個frame之間的回憶。看到自己拍的東方明珠電視塔，想到的是從住的地方走了30min到江邊。可是這些context對另一個看到照片的人，是完全不存在的。
這樣的我，是不是又想太多了？
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