He didn’t know which one to use. A wide angle to catch the scope? A telephoto to show the depth? He thought and thought and thought until it was too late. The crowd had dispersed and his SD card remained empty.
I have contact lenses. But the prescription is bad. I have no doctor because my ex-boyfriend’s dad used to be my doctor. Now my ex is married, so that really sucks for me and my out of date contacts.
The lens of the telescope had a smear on it that looked somewhat like a squashed bug. Sighing, the woman sprayed some water and vinegar on it, and wiped the surface with a soft cloth. Peering back through, she was stunned to discover that the smear was still present – on the inside part of the curved glass.
i think i already wrote about a pari of lens. but this new pair takes me anywhere in the world. all i have to do is put on the glasses and imagine my paridise. my world will be created right before my very lens.
I fogged up the lens of my battered old camera with my breath, as per usual. I didnt want to take a photo in perfect clarity because i think, if you look to close at the world, you can see all the little cracks breaking it up, all the lies and the terrible things that people do in the night while you’re sleeping, slowly cracking up the ‘beauty’ that is the world. Breaking it up bit by bit…
That’s why I fog my camera lens, I don’t want to be reminded.
Through the lens of my sunglasses I see the sun. Wearing sunglasses makes it okay to look at the sun. In fact I do it for hours at a time just to see if I can notice any solar flares. I can never see any solar flares but my eyes do burn when I go back inside.
It never occurred to her to view life that way. To wipe away the grime of her past experience, to forgive all that had been done and just choose a different way. She thought over the choices she had made and realized despite the changes that she would make and the new path she would set herself on, a new lens would never make her forget.
Lens makes me think about lentils. She didn’t like lentils that much, they hurt her stomach. But in Stuttgart people would eat green lentils with Spätzle, which is weird but very tasty …
A lens is something you can see through. You see through the lenses on your glasses. What do you see, though? Do you see yourself? Do you see others? How does it make you feel? Lenses help you see. But what you see… That’s up to you.
It’s a fractured, bubbled thing, curved with such a perfect curve, shattering light and putting it back together in a form that makes sense to the rods and cones within our eyes – incidentally, behind another lens.
He sprinted down the street, his camera in one hand and nothing in the other. He could see the elephant ahead, stopped in the middle of the street. He came to a stop, crouched and started taking photos.
my glasses lens are scratched and dirty. i breath on them, fog them up like a merida morning, and wipe them clean.
but they are still scratched. they are still dirty. mistakes accumulating and making the way i see it all aged
He looked through his lens and tried to hold back his emotions as well as his vomit. As yet another student fell to the ground, blood gushing from her forehead and her palms, Steve couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it.
Whenever something exciting happens, I see it through a camera lens. I want to capture it forever so that I never forget it, but would it mean more if I saw it through my own eyes instead?
The lens was shining, the light glancing off the smooth, rounded surface like pure gold. I wondered what could be seen through this magnificent machine–the stars, the planets, everything out there of which I had never dreamed.
it’s that moment you
look through
the looking glass.
the moment when things
become drenched in clarity.
when it’s time to wipe away the
rosy tint that
fooled you into thinking
that you were in love.
What a remarkable insight we gain when we take off the cover and look. And then we click, through the lens comes the image and captures a moment in time. Forever still, forever remembered.
We were so close i was afraid that he could see right through me. But i had another thing coming for him. I moved my queen out and had him in check mate less than 2 minutes later.
“wow” he said, the scowel lost from his face. “How the hell did you do that?”
I smiled triumphantly. I had just beat the king of chess at his own game.
“So what’s that about girls not being able to play chess?”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how high and mighty you are next time. This time you were lucky my lens was acting up.”
The lens of the camera glinted brightly in the sun. Megan squinted and shielded her brown eyes from its glare, all the time trying to stay smiling for John as he clicked away. He loved photography, and as his best friend, he claimed it was her duty to act as his muse until a replacement could be found.
Like my contact lenses, atheism helped me view the world in crystal clear color. Before I took it all as granted. Now…I can’t walk outside without appreciating the beauty of life, and the sadness of murder is amplified because I know longer have faith in an afterlife.
Some people call Christianity their second chance. I call atheism mine.
lens is something to view the world through. you touch your eyes putting the lens on top. the lens of a camera captures the world, artificial lens. is it really one, at the end of the day your lense does all the looking.
He didn’t know which one to use. A wide angle to catch the scope? A telephoto to show the depth? He thought and thought and thought until it was too late. The crowd had dispersed and his SD card remained empty.
I have contact lenses. But the prescription is bad. I have no doctor because my ex-boyfriend’s dad used to be my doctor. Now my ex is married, so that really sucks for me and my out of date contacts.
The lens of the telescope had a smear on it that looked somewhat like a squashed bug. Sighing, the woman sprayed some water and vinegar on it, and wiped the surface with a soft cloth. Peering back through, she was stunned to discover that the smear was still present – on the inside part of the curved glass.
i think i already wrote about a pari of lens. but this new pair takes me anywhere in the world. all i have to do is put on the glasses and imagine my paridise. my world will be created right before my very lens.
I fogged up the lens of my battered old camera with my breath, as per usual. I didnt want to take a photo in perfect clarity because i think, if you look to close at the world, you can see all the little cracks breaking it up, all the lies and the terrible things that people do in the night while you’re sleeping, slowly cracking up the ‘beauty’ that is the world. Breaking it up bit by bit…
That’s why I fog my camera lens, I don’t want to be reminded.
Through the lens of my sunglasses I see the sun. Wearing sunglasses makes it okay to look at the sun. In fact I do it for hours at a time just to see if I can notice any solar flares. I can never see any solar flares but my eyes do burn when I go back inside.
Don’t let your internal lens get distorted scratched foggy dirty. It will ruin your life forever.
Lens can help people improve there sight, protect their sight. They help things seems closer and farther. They are an extension to our naked eye.
It never occurred to her to view life that way. To wipe away the grime of her past experience, to forgive all that had been done and just choose a different way. She thought over the choices she had made and realized despite the changes that she would make and the new path she would set herself on, a new lens would never make her forget.
Lens makes me think about lentils. She didn’t like lentils that much, they hurt her stomach. But in Stuttgart people would eat green lentils with Spätzle, which is weird but very tasty …
A lens is something you can see through. You see through the lenses on your glasses. What do you see, though? Do you see yourself? Do you see others? How does it make you feel? Lenses help you see. But what you see… That’s up to you.
One of the things that I enjoy is writing the word lens.
It’s a fractured, bubbled thing, curved with such a perfect curve, shattering light and putting it back together in a form that makes sense to the rods and cones within our eyes – incidentally, behind another lens.
He sprinted down the street, his camera in one hand and nothing in the other. He could see the elephant ahead, stopped in the middle of the street. He came to a stop, crouched and started taking photos.
my glasses lens are scratched and dirty. i breath on them, fog them up like a merida morning, and wipe them clean.
but they are still scratched. they are still dirty. mistakes accumulating and making the way i see it all aged
He looked through his lens and tried to hold back his emotions as well as his vomit. As yet another student fell to the ground, blood gushing from her forehead and her palms, Steve couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it.
Whenever something exciting happens, I see it through a camera lens. I want to capture it forever so that I never forget it, but would it mean more if I saw it through my own eyes instead?
The lens was shining, the light glancing off the smooth, rounded surface like pure gold. I wondered what could be seen through this magnificent machine–the stars, the planets, everything out there of which I had never dreamed.
Through a lens beauty can really be captured. Whether it’s a camera lens or your glasses. It lies through the eye of the beholder.
it’s that moment you
look through
the looking glass.
the moment when things
become drenched in clarity.
when it’s time to wipe away the
rosy tint that
fooled you into thinking
that you were in love.
What a remarkable insight we gain when we take off the cover and look. And then we click, through the lens comes the image and captures a moment in time. Forever still, forever remembered.
Through the lens, a world is created, a world only you know, but can share with others. A world you can call your own…
We were so close i was afraid that he could see right through me. But i had another thing coming for him. I moved my queen out and had him in check mate less than 2 minutes later.
“wow” he said, the scowel lost from his face. “How the hell did you do that?”
I smiled triumphantly. I had just beat the king of chess at his own game.
“So what’s that about girls not being able to play chess?”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how high and mighty you are next time. This time you were lucky my lens was acting up.”
Lens which used to see things big, od it help to see the world as big,human mind as big.
The lens of the camera glinted brightly in the sun. Megan squinted and shielded her brown eyes from its glare, all the time trying to stay smiling for John as he clicked away. He loved photography, and as his best friend, he claimed it was her duty to act as his muse until a replacement could be found.
like life…can you see or is it blurred
Like my contact lenses, atheism helped me view the world in crystal clear color. Before I took it all as granted. Now…I can’t walk outside without appreciating the beauty of life, and the sadness of murder is amplified because I know longer have faith in an afterlife.
Some people call Christianity their second chance. I call atheism mine.
lens is something to view the world through. you touch your eyes putting the lens on top. the lens of a camera captures the world, artificial lens. is it really one, at the end of the day your lense does all the looking.