Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 871

Chapter: 871

“Not quite.”

Sabrina was also part of a group chat dedicated to the photography contest. It was a mix

of professionals and nonprofessional photographers who regularly exchanged thoughts

there.

From time to time, Sabrina would share a shot for feedback, and she’d weigh in on others’

pieces too.

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She picked out an image she was particularly fond of and posted it in the group,

requesting, “Friends, any tips to enhance this picture?”

The chat came alive. While some members simply complimented her, others offered

pointers on hue and framing.

Suddenly, a notification popped up. “Got a new camera, did you?”

Before Sabrina could clarify, the chat was flooded.

“Blay? Wow!”

‘Oh! Look who decided to drop by!”

“What? Blay’s here? Seriously?”

“Blay, you’re the best!”

They were all excited.

Dozens of messages were received.

Puzzled, Sabrina checked the message and discovered that the person who mentioned

“You got a new camera” was the admin, using the nickname Blay.

Judging by their reactions, this guy was quite influential.

Sabrina quickly typed, “Yes, I purchased that camera recently. How’d you figure it out?”

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With the flurry of messages, she doubted he’d respond to her.

To her surprise, he responded, “Capturing fog can be challenging. Your shot has a solid

composition and vibrant colors, and overall, it’s visually pleasing. However, a few errors

stood out, particularly the fog exposure and its contrast with the surroundings.”

“I appreciate the feedback. Thank you,” Sabrina responded.

Seizing the moment, others began to share their own photos, hoping for insights from

Blay.

Yet, Blay remained silent on their submissions, leading many to envy Sabrina’s fortune of

getting his critique.

Aware of her amateur status, Sabrina understood that her photography lacked technique.

There was so much more she needed to refine, especially in understanding camera

operations. It wasn’t something she’d grasp overnight.