He focused his lens and pulled the trigger. A flash went off simultaneously to the bullet as it pierced his victim’s flesh. It was possibly the best picture he had taken as of yet, he would think when he looked back on the event. His first capture of a dying man.
We all have a “lens” that we see through according to what we have experienced. It can cause us to see truth or see a haze of false perceptions creating a cycle of poor choices — ask God to help clean your lens so you can see truth.
The perspective shifted once the truth was out in the open. Nothing could have hurt worse really. Though denial was strong in tow; he was quick to realize that this changed everything. Again.
Looking through which lens gave the tiny ant a different perspective on the whole picture. He would scurry between the one in which he could see the whole building towards the one where he could see the whole city. And depending on which one he was looking at, he felt entirely different.
Godfrey cleaned the lens of his glasses one at a time, clearing the smudge and smog away with a clean, silken rag. Then he returned to his readings, and he felt content.
With the eyes of my delirium I can no longer shake what is there or what ISN’T, in fact. There is a sense of divinity in not being able to discern oneself from what is material to astral, or what is reality from what delusion is, that can be found in a transcendent state of beautiful delirium. I spend most of my waking life in this illusion of life and DELirium only adds in the DELusion. What a ride.
When she first saw him from a distance he was tucked down in the bushes. It was odd to see someone behaving like that in the park. As she got closer she could see that he was staring intently at a leaf. Only when she was almost level with him did she see the tiny camera in his hand.
“Pass me the lens” He murmured distractedly
I obliged and then posed like he asked. For a while there was just the sound of his camera clicking as I twirled on the spot for him. It was awkward for a while but he did his best to make me comfortable.
I adjusted the focus on the camera and got ready to take the photo when the lens cracked, producing a very skewed image on the viewfinder. “Think this qualifies for out of focus” I asked.
Marla looked through the lens and brought her image into stark focus. “There you are, Big Bird,” she whispered as the almost featherless bird lazily chewed its way through several thick oak branches. The Crested Dodo hadn’t been seen in decades but this remote part of South America boasted the largest population in the world.
I watch the world through the lens of a camera. One day I will find the perfect image. Until then I will continute to just take pictures. I wish I were the artist with the camera lens.
let’s look at this through a different lens..i have loved you for years,but at every turn you say that you don’t feel the same towards me.i don’t blame you,i see your point.so i’m lighting a cigarette and moving on
A prickling sensation on the back of his hand. He scratched it, and went on reading. He sat with his back to the light, reading glasses perched on the crook of his nose.
There it was again… OW! He snatched his hand away. It was like a bug had bit him, but no sign or mark was there… what was going on?
Then his armrest caught fire.
She walked over to the sill and stared down at the city lights. What she assumed was daylight turned out to be the city ablaze. She smiled, allowing herself to just this once. The things shed come to see.
Staring through a lens, that’s pretty much what we as humans do. We narrow our world down to what we understand, like looking through the lens of a telescope at the cosmos.
The lens is cracked.
All I can see is a split image, with cracks running across it like spiderwebs. I try feverishly to fit the pieces back together, but they slice at my skin. All I can do is watch.
Watch the crack growing between us.
I could see them through the colored glass. The ripples and waves and bubbles in the stained glass were like a lens that enlarged them like bugs under a magnifying glass.
Camera lens. I got my first lot of camera lenses last year when I wanted a camera really badly.
Contact lens. I first wore them when my glasses broke at a netball practice.
Both items I find are the backbone of my existence. Beauty and art are the bane of my existence.
The lens through which you see the world affects everything. If it’s looking through self-pity and rejection, it’s a pretty sad world. If it’s looking through love, it’s a beautiful thing, but you will be misunderstood a lot.
One time i grabbed my girlfriend’s butt. it was amazing. she has an amazing butt. it is so cute and indescribable. just to be around this wonderful object is a treat for myself. I want to photograph it through a lens.
I am scared shitless of a contact lens. The concept that something is going to be in my eye all day that will help me see through a thin layer of some shit really bugs me out.. but my nose is crooked and I can’t ware glasses… hm
Guy hid behind the lens of his camera — the perfect place to watch Jenny without coming off as too overprotected. It wasn’t his job to take care of her, but she was only eighteen and he did not trust that Daniel Fields. Those red-rimmed eyes spelled trouble.
He looked through the kaleidoscope lens and saw everything that was beautiful.
Nature had never looked so nice.
His wife had never been so beautiful before.
One time my boyfriend dropped his contact lens in the restroom, and when he bent down to pick it up, he smacked his head on the bathroom sink. It hurt! {:[
i just did this one, but i suppose i can write again. my glasses that i lost have a pair of lenses in them. now that i think about it, i’m very sad to have lost them. they saw london, dublin, amsterdam, paris and of course my home, new jersey. as well as nyc and various other places. sad that they’re gone.
lens is what we each have. we have our own lenses to see the world with, and we all experience life in our own ways and that is because we see the world from different perspectives. i love it.
I really hate wearing contact lenses. When i think of all the money I have spent on contact lenses, glasses, eye doctor visits, cleaning solutions and lens cases, I could have probably bought myself LASIK surgery two times.
I have never really worn contact lenses in my life. I see the world quite clearly through my eyes. Life is based on perspective. So try to see the world through my lenses. Either that or never argue.
He focused his lens and pulled the trigger. A flash went off simultaneously to the bullet as it pierced his victim’s flesh. It was possibly the best picture he had taken as of yet, he would think when he looked back on the event. His first capture of a dying man.
The mechanism by which I have come to capture the world I see. I hide behind it, mostly. It becomes my excuse for not looking at myself.
Ah, nice. I was wondering what this squirmy little alien would look like through the mad scientist’s supertrinoculartastic lens!
We all have a “lens” that we see through according to what we have experienced. It can cause us to see truth or see a haze of false perceptions creating a cycle of poor choices — ask God to help clean your lens so you can see truth.
The perspective shifted once the truth was out in the open. Nothing could have hurt worse really. Though denial was strong in tow; he was quick to realize that this changed everything. Again.
Looking through which lens gave the tiny ant a different perspective on the whole picture. He would scurry between the one in which he could see the whole building towards the one where he could see the whole city. And depending on which one he was looking at, he felt entirely different.
On the other side of it, was you.
Godfrey cleaned the lens of his glasses one at a time, clearing the smudge and smog away with a clean, silken rag. Then he returned to his readings, and he felt content.
With the eyes of my delirium I can no longer shake what is there or what ISN’T, in fact. There is a sense of divinity in not being able to discern oneself from what is material to astral, or what is reality from what delusion is, that can be found in a transcendent state of beautiful delirium. I spend most of my waking life in this illusion of life and DELirium only adds in the DELusion. What a ride.
When she first saw him from a distance he was tucked down in the bushes. It was odd to see someone behaving like that in the park. As she got closer she could see that he was staring intently at a leaf. Only when she was almost level with him did she see the tiny camera in his hand.
“Pass me the lens” He murmured distractedly
I obliged and then posed like he asked. For a while there was just the sound of his camera clicking as I twirled on the spot for him. It was awkward for a while but he did his best to make me comfortable.
I adjusted the focus on the camera and got ready to take the photo when the lens cracked, producing a very skewed image on the viewfinder. “Think this qualifies for out of focus” I asked.
she looked out onto the beach. sweat poured from her brow, teh anxiety finally catching up with her.
Marla looked through the lens and brought her image into stark focus. “There you are, Big Bird,” she whispered as the almost featherless bird lazily chewed its way through several thick oak branches. The Crested Dodo hadn’t been seen in decades but this remote part of South America boasted the largest population in the world.
I watch the world through the lens of a camera. One day I will find the perfect image. Until then I will continute to just take pictures. I wish I were the artist with the camera lens.
let’s look at this through a different lens..i have loved you for years,but at every turn you say that you don’t feel the same towards me.i don’t blame you,i see your point.so i’m lighting a cigarette and moving on
I perceive all of time and space through this limited, stagnant lens known as human reality. There’s the pity
Lense:
A prickling sensation on the back of his hand. He scratched it, and went on reading. He sat with his back to the light, reading glasses perched on the crook of his nose.
There it was again… OW! He snatched his hand away. It was like a bug had bit him, but no sign or mark was there… what was going on?
Then his armrest caught fire.
She walked over to the sill and stared down at the city lights. What she assumed was daylight turned out to be the city ablaze. She smiled, allowing herself to just this once. The things shed come to see.
Staring through a lens, that’s pretty much what we as humans do. We narrow our world down to what we understand, like looking through the lens of a telescope at the cosmos.
The lens is cracked.
All I can see is a split image, with cracks running across it like spiderwebs. I try feverishly to fit the pieces back together, but they slice at my skin. All I can do is watch.
Watch the crack growing between us.
I could see them through the colored glass. The ripples and waves and bubbles in the stained glass were like a lens that enlarged them like bugs under a magnifying glass.
Camera lens. I got my first lot of camera lenses last year when I wanted a camera really badly.
Contact lens. I first wore them when my glasses broke at a netball practice.
Both items I find are the backbone of my existence. Beauty and art are the bane of my existence.
The lens through which you see the world affects everything. If it’s looking through self-pity and rejection, it’s a pretty sad world. If it’s looking through love, it’s a beautiful thing, but you will be misunderstood a lot.
One time i grabbed my girlfriend’s butt. it was amazing. she has an amazing butt. it is so cute and indescribable. just to be around this wonderful object is a treat for myself. I want to photograph it through a lens.
I wear contact lenses
I am scared shitless of a contact lens. The concept that something is going to be in my eye all day that will help me see through a thin layer of some shit really bugs me out.. but my nose is crooked and I can’t ware glasses… hm
Guy hid behind the lens of his camera — the perfect place to watch Jenny without coming off as too overprotected. It wasn’t his job to take care of her, but she was only eighteen and he did not trust that Daniel Fields. Those red-rimmed eyes spelled trouble.
Lens’ are the iris’ of cameras. They see you.
solitude is a big lens, if you’re alone and ok, you’re awesome, if you’re alone and bad, you’re terrible
He looked through the kaleidoscope lens and saw everything that was beautiful.
Nature had never looked so nice.
His wife had never been so beautiful before.
One time my boyfriend dropped his contact lens in the restroom, and when he bent down to pick it up, he smacked his head on the bathroom sink. It hurt! {:[
i just did this one, but i suppose i can write again. my glasses that i lost have a pair of lenses in them. now that i think about it, i’m very sad to have lost them. they saw london, dublin, amsterdam, paris and of course my home, new jersey. as well as nyc and various other places. sad that they’re gone.
Everyday when i wake up i look around. and instead of seeing the new crisp day. i see nothing. nothing at all.
lens is what we each have. we have our own lenses to see the world with, and we all experience life in our own ways and that is because we see the world from different perspectives. i love it.
Photography is a wonderful thing. Like storytelling through a lens.
I really hate wearing contact lenses. When i think of all the money I have spent on contact lenses, glasses, eye doctor visits, cleaning solutions and lens cases, I could have probably bought myself LASIK surgery two times.
Through these lens.
through these lens from which i see
i view the world differently
perception is a peculiar thing
but its what makes you and me
I have never really worn contact lenses in my life. I see the world quite clearly through my eyes. Life is based on perspective. So try to see the world through my lenses. Either that or never argue.
These moments
bend back
and stretch
like concave
and convex
lens…
always seen differently.