I love my camera. it is a nikon p80, one of those hibrid versions. But the realistic tonal quality of my camera is brilliant. That is one of the biggest reasons i still love it, even though a lot of my friends have bought more hi-end cameras. I wouldve mad e anice camera person I still think. But i wrote the wrong paper, but what si wron gin life. Even if I didn’t do camera, I am still around it.
the camera of my friend is miraculous: whenever she takes it in her hand, the captured pictures are amazing, showing a world beyond beauty. If I take pictures with the camera, they just show fragments of ordinary life.
god, again. camera. why. i imagined this would be this amazing interactive ever-changing experience where a new dynamic and different word would appear to me, inspiring beautiful, spare prose every time it showed up at the top of the screen in lavender but no. CAMERA. i am going to throw up a bunch of catatonia now because of this horrible thing, this thing i already knew about but continue to use to write and rewrite and rerewrite about the word camera and i want to see just how weird this will get; do i have the patience to make myself insane by writing about this very onerous and rather boring word over and over and over again, do i?
snapshot used to caption images, to distill a moment in time to a single image. A magical device of wonder. awsomesauce. video or still? digital or analogue? blur
camera is the same word my new word is wall but integrated with camera so taking pictures of walls could be an idea, a brilliant way to expose the feeling of being trapped, or no, that’s a cliche bullshit idea, and it’s difficult on the fly to come up with an argument with the damn word they give you but i don’t care i like difficult things because i’m obstinate and argumentative and oppositional and the only thing i know about cameras that is true about other bad things is that cameras take things, they take photos, but they take them and they don’t give what they took back, it’s like when the devil takes your soul for cash and an island but no happiness is allowed to be involved in the trade or maybe nothing of any substance that might actually be worth trading your soul, camera’s they take your soul.
The camera flashed for only a moment, stealing my soul. It captured it in that tiny piece of film for another to find; to see the moment frozen for all time.
photos like pieces of paper with my life scrawled all over them with a little machine from k mart but i don’t care because they can’t capture what they need to capture, what they try to capture is just the skin never the heart and lungs of the matter and these photos, they just fill you with memories of the times when the heart, the lungs, the spleen, it was all there and you could feel all of it except fucking just look at the piece of paper with its damn lifeless ghost.
taking pictures. i like taking pictures. especially when i’m travelling in san francisco! tourism! great vacations! emil hougaard. art. lady with self portraits of different people. cindy sherman. wow. moma
Taking pictures of random people in an ally way? Why are they just standing there all perfect? What makes them perfect? I am crazy. Why jot this down? Wtf did I click on? :O I’m scared. 60 secs is up..
Camera’s take photos, trying to make moments immortal, by capturing the visual image of the scene. That is not quite enough if you wanted to preserve a moment; there is nothing that beats the recollection of memories by the user; the various simulations of senses recorded in the brain present a brighter, livelier images than those taken by the camera.
A camera is a wonderful way to capture the moment in an ever changing world of thoughtlessness and such. Cameras can help you to look back on your past and smile at all your happy, and even sad, memories.
Camera is a wonderful object. It lets you capture the moment in colors so you can keep it forever if you wanted to. It is also like a memory that you can share with others when you need to. Now a days, the camera has become more advanced to the point where the quality is phenomenal.
cameras disappoint me. they never quite capture what i would like them to. moments are special and feel like a lot of life is trying to hold on to moments camera help us do that, but maybe its more important to live the next moment instead of holding on to the last.
Cameras are so much fun it can lead to new pictures and save memories and lives unless you lost your charger like me then that sucks and you have to use your moms camera which kinda sucks with the quality and what not but other than that it is a lot of fun.
camera is expensive, i have no money to buy it. it captures the good and bad moments. camera is also can be a powerful tool. I’ve never had any cameras.
“Lights! Camera! ACTION”, the director shouts. We move into our places. The cue cards in place. the begin running their lines. All seem to be going smoothly.
I smile into the camera, flip my hair over my shoulder and pout. Ahh this is the life, I think. The cameraman shouts out commands. I follow. What could be easier? “That’s a wrap”, he shouts.
The camera was her pride and joy. Photography was the single thing she was gifted at – nothing else had came to her so easily, as capturing beautiful images through the lenses.
Cameras are a beautiful thing. Before the invention of the camera, one could not capture the vibrant greens, endless shades of blue, the ripples of water, or the laughter of children. There is a reason Paul Simon begged his mother not to take his Kodachrome away.
She tossed each camera aside as the elephants drew closer. None were good enough, none were ready, none had the perfect lens in place. This moment could make or break her career. The perfect shot just might get her the job at National Geographic she’d been dreaming of since she was 8 years old. A slow, steady smile blossomed on her face as her fingers clicked the shutter of her favourite camera again and again.
Cameras capture moments that sometimes not even your body, mind and soul can hold onto. It can also capture feelings and emotions, some you didn’t even recognize were there until you looked back to the picture at a different time. They filter peoples intentions through mirroring self images.
I quickly pick up my camera before the moment passes, hoping to get the perfect shot. The bird moves its wings. Be still, i say please. I snap the camera happily and take a look at it…
today, the camera was out of memory. so mom and i took it and deleted a few unnecessary photos. funny thing, all the duplicates of her cousins, she didn’t want to delete but all the photos of scenery and people she didn’t know, she deleted ASAP. then i let the battery charge. even after all that deleting, the camera was filled again after we started taking pictures. i didn’t even care. guess it shows how much I care about anything nowadays. gosh, i’ve gotta get off my sugar craze.
To take a picture that will last a lifetime and become ever lasting. To capture the beauty before it dies. Show you a world different from your own and take you away.
she hides behind a lens because it captures moments instead of the big picture. it doesnt overwhelm her like the world does. it helps her break it down into pieces that are understandable. it helps her breathe.
she once said, “even though the people change, the scene changes, the weather changes, the picture never does.”
He wanted to film us. I said no. He said he’d delete it right after watching. He’d only take a few snapshots that hid my face. I asked why even take video if he was going to clip my face from the shots. He said not to worry. I worried. I said no. He wouldn’t take that as an answer. I stood my ground. He hid a camera. I should have been smarter.
Take photos, megapixels, high resolution, special occasions, lots of variety, hard to choose which one is best, personal choice, lots of colour, web cam, accessories, bargain sellers, professional
I looked through the camera lens at the couple before me. Alexis grabbed Jesse’s hand and held it. It broke my heart to see the end so near for him, but I knew she was gonna stay with him throughout the entire ordeal.
“Please, move on and be happy without me. I love you,” he whispered with his final breath.
cameras have changed the way we see the world.l there are pictures of a billion things that one person could never see in there life time. but through the gift of cameras we can all enjoy and appreciate the wide world.plus chicks dig cameras
The camera hold life still for all of us to see. You let memories stay without fading. You allow us to reminisce. You allow us to feel nostalgia just by looking at your creation. Why must you do this?
Why must you hurt me? He’s already hurt me. He’s taken my heart and he’s thrown it to the ground. He’s spit on it and stomped on it with his old Sperry’s. He’s looked at it afterwards with a content smirk. He wants to do more.
He wants to find another girl he can manipulate and control. He wants to tear her up from her insides and you, Camera, you’re filming it all.
You’re letting it all happen. What’s so good about you?
i love my camera i love capturing memore with it it makes me happy how the pictures come out so clear, i’m so happy i asked for one for christmas, i love it. i think how you can cature memories with just one click is so cool. and that memory will last forever, and you may not remember that whole day but you may remember when you were with your friends or family or boyfriend or girlfriend or dog taking that memerable picture.
I look through a camera fob, but don’t see a thing. I feel like I can’t fully use a camera until I understand how to point and shoot. This makes being a film student quite difficult. At least I can vocalize my ideas.
cameras capture too much. what if i just want to sit down without the constant pressure or possibility of having someone capture a candid shot of me. my double chin, the weird facial expression i accidentally make, that one bad hair that flips in front of my face. me in all my glory.
We sat in front of the camera at the photo studio for a family portrait. It was the most fun experience as we all made different faces and smiled for picture that would capture our expression for a lifetime.
Flash! “Alright now I’d like to see the couple alone in front of the church. Yes now bride can you move your vail over your shoulder? Nice. Smile groom. Hold it.” Flash. ‘Any more of this work and I’ll hang myself’ though the photographer. ‘Seeing this couples and how their family fawn over them makes me so sick. I want to shoot important things that shock the public.’
I flex my muscles into a smile, my mother holds me tight around my waist as I sit down on her lap for a picture to be taken my the cameraman. She’s always so touchy, it’s pretty annoying, but I’m always a kid in her eyes, even though I’ll be turning thirteen in a few weeks.
It’s family picture day, and as usual my father will be late. Just like he had been for Christmas, my birthday, and nearly every other festivity my mother and I had held. I don’t remember him ever taking any of it seriously. “Whatever,” I say to myself in my mind, pretending not to care about my father’s absence, although deep inside I feel my heart throbbing in pain.
The cameraman takes a step back from the camera to observe us for a moment or two. I feel my face aching, my smile is waning as he studies us more. He shakes his head, with his hands placed on his hips and discloses, “I think you two should a bit to the right.” I roll my eyes. I don’t know why my mother is so keen on taking a yearly family portrait, when our family of three is the complete opposite of what you’d call a ‘happy American family’.
I love my camera. it is a nikon p80, one of those hibrid versions. But the realistic tonal quality of my camera is brilliant. That is one of the biggest reasons i still love it, even though a lot of my friends have bought more hi-end cameras. I wouldve mad e anice camera person I still think. But i wrote the wrong paper, but what si wron gin life. Even if I didn’t do camera, I am still around it.
the camera of my friend is miraculous: whenever she takes it in her hand, the captured pictures are amazing, showing a world beyond beauty. If I take pictures with the camera, they just show fragments of ordinary life.
god, again. camera. why. i imagined this would be this amazing interactive ever-changing experience where a new dynamic and different word would appear to me, inspiring beautiful, spare prose every time it showed up at the top of the screen in lavender but no. CAMERA. i am going to throw up a bunch of catatonia now because of this horrible thing, this thing i already knew about but continue to use to write and rewrite and rerewrite about the word camera and i want to see just how weird this will get; do i have the patience to make myself insane by writing about this very onerous and rather boring word over and over and over again, do i?
snapshot used to caption images, to distill a moment in time to a single image. A magical device of wonder. awsomesauce. video or still? digital or analogue? blur
camera is the same word my new word is wall but integrated with camera so taking pictures of walls could be an idea, a brilliant way to expose the feeling of being trapped, or no, that’s a cliche bullshit idea, and it’s difficult on the fly to come up with an argument with the damn word they give you but i don’t care i like difficult things because i’m obstinate and argumentative and oppositional and the only thing i know about cameras that is true about other bad things is that cameras take things, they take photos, but they take them and they don’t give what they took back, it’s like when the devil takes your soul for cash and an island but no happiness is allowed to be involved in the trade or maybe nothing of any substance that might actually be worth trading your soul, camera’s they take your soul.
The camera flashed for only a moment, stealing my soul. It captured it in that tiny piece of film for another to find; to see the moment frozen for all time.
photos like pieces of paper with my life scrawled all over them with a little machine from k mart but i don’t care because they can’t capture what they need to capture, what they try to capture is just the skin never the heart and lungs of the matter and these photos, they just fill you with memories of the times when the heart, the lungs, the spleen, it was all there and you could feel all of it except fucking just look at the piece of paper with its damn lifeless ghost.
at least he didn’t see what happened through a camera.
no.
the cause was the internet. more invasive, more informative and more documented
than a camera.
it would’ve at least been pretty hot to have been spied on by a private detective.
the picture probably would’ve been pretty hot too —
black and white.
taking pictures. i like taking pictures. especially when i’m travelling in san francisco! tourism! great vacations! emil hougaard. art. lady with self portraits of different people. cindy sherman. wow. moma
Taking pictures of random people in an ally way? Why are they just standing there all perfect? What makes them perfect? I am crazy. Why jot this down? Wtf did I click on? :O I’m scared. 60 secs is up..
Camera’s take photos, trying to make moments immortal, by capturing the visual image of the scene. That is not quite enough if you wanted to preserve a moment; there is nothing that beats the recollection of memories by the user; the various simulations of senses recorded in the brain present a brighter, livelier images than those taken by the camera.
A camera is a wonderful way to capture the moment in an ever changing world of thoughtlessness and such. Cameras can help you to look back on your past and smile at all your happy, and even sad, memories.
Camera is a wonderful object. It lets you capture the moment in colors so you can keep it forever if you wanted to. It is also like a memory that you can share with others when you need to. Now a days, the camera has become more advanced to the point where the quality is phenomenal.
cameras disappoint me. they never quite capture what i would like them to. moments are special and feel like a lot of life is trying to hold on to moments camera help us do that, but maybe its more important to live the next moment instead of holding on to the last.
Cameras are so much fun it can lead to new pictures and save memories and lives unless you lost your charger like me then that sucks and you have to use your moms camera which kinda sucks with the quality and what not but other than that it is a lot of fun.
camera is expensive, i have no money to buy it. it captures the good and bad moments. camera is also can be a powerful tool. I’ve never had any cameras.
“Lights! Camera! ACTION”, the director shouts. We move into our places. The cue cards in place. the begin running their lines. All seem to be going smoothly.
I smile into the camera, flip my hair over my shoulder and pout. Ahh this is the life, I think. The cameraman shouts out commands. I follow. What could be easier? “That’s a wrap”, he shouts.
The camera was her pride and joy. Photography was the single thing she was gifted at – nothing else had came to her so easily, as capturing beautiful images through the lenses.
Cameras are a beautiful thing. Before the invention of the camera, one could not capture the vibrant greens, endless shades of blue, the ripples of water, or the laughter of children. There is a reason Paul Simon begged his mother not to take his Kodachrome away.
She tossed each camera aside as the elephants drew closer. None were good enough, none were ready, none had the perfect lens in place. This moment could make or break her career. The perfect shot just might get her the job at National Geographic she’d been dreaming of since she was 8 years old. A slow, steady smile blossomed on her face as her fingers clicked the shutter of her favourite camera again and again.
Lights.
Action.
Memories.
You.
Me.
Forever.
Cameras capture moments that sometimes not even your body, mind and soul can hold onto. It can also capture feelings and emotions, some you didn’t even recognize were there until you looked back to the picture at a different time. They filter peoples intentions through mirroring self images.
I quickly pick up my camera before the moment passes, hoping to get the perfect shot. The bird moves its wings. Be still, i say please. I snap the camera happily and take a look at it…
today, the camera was out of memory. so mom and i took it and deleted a few unnecessary photos. funny thing, all the duplicates of her cousins, she didn’t want to delete but all the photos of scenery and people she didn’t know, she deleted ASAP. then i let the battery charge. even after all that deleting, the camera was filled again after we started taking pictures. i didn’t even care. guess it shows how much I care about anything nowadays. gosh, i’ve gotta get off my sugar craze.
To take a picture that will last a lifetime and become ever lasting. To capture the beauty before it dies. Show you a world different from your own and take you away.
Camera flicks snippets of real like click motion stop go catch that pic quick.
she hides behind a lens because it captures moments instead of the big picture. it doesnt overwhelm her like the world does. it helps her break it down into pieces that are understandable. it helps her breathe.
she once said, “even though the people change, the scene changes, the weather changes, the picture never does.”
He wanted to film us. I said no. He said he’d delete it right after watching. He’d only take a few snapshots that hid my face. I asked why even take video if he was going to clip my face from the shots. He said not to worry. I worried. I said no. He wouldn’t take that as an answer. I stood my ground. He hid a camera. I should have been smarter.
Take photos, megapixels, high resolution, special occasions, lots of variety, hard to choose which one is best, personal choice, lots of colour, web cam, accessories, bargain sellers, professional
I looked through the camera lens at the couple before me. Alexis grabbed Jesse’s hand and held it. It broke my heart to see the end so near for him, but I knew she was gonna stay with him throughout the entire ordeal.
“Please, move on and be happy without me. I love you,” he whispered with his final breath.
cameras have changed the way we see the world.l there are pictures of a billion things that one person could never see in there life time. but through the gift of cameras we can all enjoy and appreciate the wide world.plus chicks dig cameras
The camera hold life still for all of us to see. You let memories stay without fading. You allow us to reminisce. You allow us to feel nostalgia just by looking at your creation. Why must you do this?
Why must you hurt me? He’s already hurt me. He’s taken my heart and he’s thrown it to the ground. He’s spit on it and stomped on it with his old Sperry’s. He’s looked at it afterwards with a content smirk. He wants to do more.
He wants to find another girl he can manipulate and control. He wants to tear her up from her insides and you, Camera, you’re filming it all.
You’re letting it all happen. What’s so good about you?
i love my camera i love capturing memore with it it makes me happy how the pictures come out so clear, i’m so happy i asked for one for christmas, i love it. i think how you can cature memories with just one click is so cool. and that memory will last forever, and you may not remember that whole day but you may remember when you were with your friends or family or boyfriend or girlfriend or dog taking that memerable picture.
Camera flashes.
Granting weight to light, crushing me, like small rocks of hate being thrown at me.
Was I such a monster? Do you need to record this moment? Does my shame need to be broadcasted?
I look through a camera fob, but don’t see a thing. I feel like I can’t fully use a camera until I understand how to point and shoot. This makes being a film student quite difficult. At least I can vocalize my ideas.
cameras capture too much. what if i just want to sit down without the constant pressure or possibility of having someone capture a candid shot of me. my double chin, the weird facial expression i accidentally make, that one bad hair that flips in front of my face. me in all my glory.
We sat in front of the camera at the photo studio for a family portrait. It was the most fun experience as we all made different faces and smiled for picture that would capture our expression for a lifetime.
Flash! “Alright now I’d like to see the couple alone in front of the church. Yes now bride can you move your vail over your shoulder? Nice. Smile groom. Hold it.” Flash. ‘Any more of this work and I’ll hang myself’ though the photographer. ‘Seeing this couples and how their family fawn over them makes me so sick. I want to shoot important things that shock the public.’
I flex my muscles into a smile, my mother holds me tight around my waist as I sit down on her lap for a picture to be taken my the cameraman. She’s always so touchy, it’s pretty annoying, but I’m always a kid in her eyes, even though I’ll be turning thirteen in a few weeks.
It’s family picture day, and as usual my father will be late. Just like he had been for Christmas, my birthday, and nearly every other festivity my mother and I had held. I don’t remember him ever taking any of it seriously. “Whatever,” I say to myself in my mind, pretending not to care about my father’s absence, although deep inside I feel my heart throbbing in pain.
The cameraman takes a step back from the camera to observe us for a moment or two. I feel my face aching, my smile is waning as he studies us more. He shakes his head, with his hands placed on his hips and discloses, “I think you two should a bit to the right.” I roll my eyes. I don’t know why my mother is so keen on taking a yearly family portrait, when our family of three is the complete opposite of what you’d call a ‘happy American family’.