Space-time SWAT

Coming out of Yu Zhongda's house, there are always two intersections.

At the first intersection, there is a traffic policeman who is older.At the second intersection, there is also a traffic policeman, he is relatively young.

Yu Zhongda has a job, but it's just a job.In his spare time, he loves photography, and for this reason, he goes to the photography department of Capital University of the Arts to attend lectures every weekend.

On Saturday morning, with the first ray of sunlight entering the room, Yu Zhongda opened his eyes.He likes the sunshine in the north, especially after hearing from a friend in the south that his city is gloomy all year round.

When Yu Zhongda sat in the living room and picked up his coffee, his wife was already drying clothes on the balcony.With her back to him, she was busy in an orderly manner.Under the light blue sky, the snow-white shirt was gently lifted in the fresh morning breeze, much like the scene in a laundry detergent advertisement.The slanting skylight hit her, outlining a crystal clear and soft dreamlike feeling around her.

Yu Zhongda couldn't help seeing God, and raised his hands to form a shot to see her image inside.

From the back, his wife looked very happy.

Yu Zhongda was about to get up to get the machine, but she already knew what he was thinking.

"Don't keep taking me as homework." She smiled, "Go out and shoot something else. You have to study and be lazy, so what?"

Yu Zhongda also laughed and got up to change clothes.

The homework he will hand in tomorrow is to choose two scenes, take a picture of each scene with three different light metering and exposure modes, and use the comparison method to deepen the understanding of the three-dimensional space expression method.

He planned to walk out of the house first, look around as he walked, and talk when he found the feeling.

Although it's early winter, it's a bit cold outside, but it's not uncomfortable.With the camera on his back, he walked along Dongdan Street.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves sporadically, with a strange sense of movement.Because today is the weekend, there are a lot of people on the sidewalk, everyone is jostling, most of them are relaxed, and many people have smiles on their faces.

In the eyes of Yu Zhongda, Dongdan Street is a magical place.

When I was a child, I walked through the Foreign Affairs Street, the Ministry of Internal Affairs Street, the Bingma Division with my schoolbag on my back, and the Xiehe Hospital and Christian Theological Seminary built with Boxer indemnity, and walked into the nearby century-old When he was in elementary school, he always thought, what kind of people were there on this street hundreds of years ago?What kind of children were there in this school called the Fifth Academy of Eight Banners in Kyoto?

Especially in winter, in the bleak weather, when these ancient street names were flying in the heavy snow, he would always stand there for a while in a daze, as if he could hear the crisp sound of crossing the street as the morning star rose. hoofbeats.

Then, he grew up, went to middle school, went to college.Here, the walls were demolished, and the courtyard was demolished.The roads are getting wider, the buildings are getting taller, the cars are getting more and more, and the people are getting more and more beautiful.Now, as long as you stop by the side of the road, you can feel the prosperity of the world of mortals rushing towards you.

Now this street is called Silver Street.

At this time, he walked leisurely past the five-star hotels, luxurious commercial buildings, elegant theaters, and specialty stores of different styles standing beside the street, and came to the first intersection.

It was a T-junction.In the middle of the intersection, the elderly traffic policeman is directing the traffic.The bright sunlight shone on his straight police uniform, which made people shine brightly.

He stopped.

He passes this intersection every day on his way to and from get off work, but he has never photographed it.Today, this is it.

Because it is a T-junction, he chose an extremely anti-traditional aesthetic angle, so that the subject is in the center of the picture, while all background objects are completely symmetrically distributed on the picture.After selecting the shooting point, he picked up the camera, first switched to matrix mode, then pulled a wide angle and took two pictures.He then switched the camera to center-weighted mode, pushed a medium shot, and took two more.Finally, he switched to focus mode, pushed the camera straight to the head, selected the head of the traffic policeman in the middle of the intersection, and filled the frame with his face from the epaulettes to the cap badge, and took the last two shots of this scene.

Now that I photographed one intersection, I simply went on to photograph another intersection.It's like leaving home every day, after passing this intersection, you must pass another intersection.The two intersections are put together to form a whole.

The second intersection is a crossroads, and the young traffic policeman is still standing in the middle of the intersection.

Yu Zhongda chose the northeast corner of the intersection as the shooting location, so that the scenery and light effects on the screen can strictly meet the requirements of traditional aesthetics.Then, he took a group of photos in exactly the same way, matrix, center-weighted, focused, panorama, medium-range, and close-up.

Yu Zhongda took a deep breath, held the camera, blurred all the sound images in front of him, and recalled the whole process of today's shooting: the feeling of each picture is very good; the function operation of the camera is accurate.So he put the lens cap on happily, put his arms on the railing, and began to admire the famous avenue bathed in bright sunlight.

Suddenly, a violet off-road vehicle rushed over at a fast speed.

Yu Zhongda was a little surprised.He sees this car passing this intersection every day, but not at this time.But who knows?He also often passes the same intersection several times a day.

The violet beautiful off-road is still as usual, crossing the intersection at a high speed that shouldn't be in such a traffic-congested place, turning and driving away.This time Yu Zhongda saw clearly that there was a young beauty sitting in the cab.

Not far away, the young traffic policeman glanced at the car indifferently and continued his command.

Yu Zhongda went home happily, enlarged and printed the photo, and looked at it again and again.

His wife saw it and said with a smile, "Isn't it quite proud?"

He nodded, "kind of."

His wife's smiling face is very bright, but occasionally it feels a little blurry.He blinked, a little confused, but soon forgot, and turned his gaze to the photo with a smile.

In the photo of the first intersection, the characters on the screen and the background are neat and symmetrical.The old traffic policeman was in the center, giving people an extremely upright and stable feeling.In the photo of the second intersection, the characters and scenery are three-quarters profile and three-quarters light. The young traffic policeman is on the golden section line on the right. The picture feels solid, powerful, vivid and beautiful.Especially the close-ups of the two traffic policemen's heads immediately caught the viewer's attention.

In the photo of the elderly traffic policeman, the background is the blue sky in the early morning. The traffic policeman in the center of the picture has straight shoulders, head turned to one side, calm face, deep eyes, staring at his work area with forgetfulness.The warm orange sunlight in the morning coated his face with a thin layer of gold, making him look dignified and firm.

In the photo of the young traffic policeman, the background is the completely blurred traffic flow, and the colored cars become patches of hazy colors, setting off his young and confident face.When taking this photo, he just captured the moment when the young traffic policeman took off his hat and was about to wipe his sweat.The morning sun made his black hair shine brightly, the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead glistened, and his focused and alert eyes were still watching everything at the intersection.

It was wonderful.

The next few days passed smoothly like running water.Daily life is lackluster.Yu Zhongda and his wife respect each other as guests, they work separately during the day, and eat together in a formulaic way when they come back, and chat occasionally.When they are in a good mood, the two will chat and laugh happily, tease each other, and pay attention to gossip news.If he is in a bad mood, his wife usually watches a movie alone in the living room, and Yu Zhongda goes to the study to study photography techniques.At night, the two lived in separate rooms and never had close contact.Oddly enough, both are happy with this way of getting along.

That's it, until the weekend.

On this day, it was drizzling outside the window.A light wind with drizzle came in from the half-opened window, and the branches and leaves of the green radish by the window fluttered.Yu Zhongda leaned against the head of the bed, watching the thin raindrops dripping from the tip of the leaves of the green radish, thinking that since he finished filming the intersection last week and saw the samples, it seemed that there was something that he couldn't let go of, lingering in his heart With a faint longing, I want to go to those two intersections again to find the reason for that longing.

So he got up.The door to his wife's bedroom was closed; she had obviously not been up yet.He didn't disturb her, quietly went out amidst the sound of the children reading next door, and walked towards the intersection in the drizzle.

When it rains, the temperature drops, and the breath of people condenses into white smoke in the air.In the cold air, there were few pedestrians at the intersection, but the traffic flow remained the same.Yu Zhongda held an umbrella and stood in the rain, watching the elderly traffic policeman who was working at the intersection.

Wearing a police raincoat, he stood in the middle of the intersection as steadily as Mount Tai, and his commanding movements were deep and quiet. When passing, he stretched his left arm flat and stretched naturally, and raised his right arm frequently, accurately and solemnly.In this way, in the three directions of the intersection, he changed from one direction to another, repeating the exact same movements over and over again, and had no time to take into account the cold rain hitting his face.

Cars in all directions lined up quietly and orderly, there was no sound of horns, only the sound of fine rain and the sound of wheels rolling over puddles sounded rhythmically.The traffic flowed slowly through the intersection like a river, heading for their destination.

At another intersection, the young traffic policeman stood upright in the rain, his young and energetic face brimming with confidence.That gaze, as if looking at his own territory, vigilantly scanned all directions at the intersection.His commanding movements are graceful and smooth, like a dance, continuous in the music composed of traffic.Vehicles pass by him like an accompaniment to the melody, while he immerses himself in the art of his work.

When he left, the drizzle and the breeze were still floating in the sky poetically. Yu Zhongda held an umbrella and strolled on this ancient street dressed in a brocade coat.

After returning home, he took out the negatives, went to the photo agency to put two very large photos for them, and carefully pasted the display backboard, happily waiting for the arrival of the next weekend.

Since then, every morning when he goes to work, he has a little more concern in his heart.

Sometimes, his car would be stuck at the intersection, and then he would watch them quietly, watching the rising sun slant on their faces.Their eyes twinkled and their movements moved swiftly to evacuate the traffic.

Sometimes, when the cold rain hit the city, he would watch them silently through the front window that the wipers kept sweeping.Their figures would slowly expand and become clear in his field of vision, and then slide gently through the side window.

He felt that his heart, which had always been in a trance and confused, became more and more peaceful.