He had no camera in his hand, but all he needed was a clear shot of the scene with his eyes, and the brain would merely store it in his memory forever. There was no turning back what was taken, he would always remember what happened.
look at the camera. stare into the lens and let the tiny piece of technology steal a piece of your soul forever. don’t ask for it back because you can’t have it. regret nothing. ask for nothing. need nothing. want nothing. give everything. give it all away.
camera photography I like photography I take a lot of pictures. seeing people visual, dramatic, black and white, color, HD, macro Flickr. I like to see people’s faces in photographs I keep a lot of photos on my computer . I like old fashioned cameras.
A window to a different point of view. Giving emotions without seeing a face, hearing a voice or watching body language. Documenting life and history as it is. Simple.
Huh…Not a good topic for fiction. Fine, real life accounts then.
I’ve always been camera shy…I’m just too self conscious for photos. It’s always been annoying at family gatherings, seeing as I have relatives who want to take like, six pictures of me at the same time…Whenever someone has a birthday and my grandfather is there to celebrate he has us blow out the candles once and takes a picture with one camera.
And then he re-lights them and the process repeats with another camera.
And then again.
And again.
We light the candles four times and spend the next 10 minutes peeling wax off of the cake.
I spy
with my little lense
hot asphalt and sun spots
Someone wrote “I love my momy”
in gumball pink on the sidewalk
there are kids sitting on the curbs
their bikes decorated with beads on the spokes
leaning up against the telephone pole
underneath the doves on the wire
and the pale sky
Camera. They are used for capturing those moments you can’t dare to live with out. Those happy moments when you click that button on the camera and hear the shutter and then see the flash and a beautiful photo materialize before your eyes.
Camera’s are awesome. They capture memories and freeze them in time. With a camera, a memory will never be forgotten unless the camera or photo is destroyed of course.
Picture perfect. Thats the only phrase that came to mind when she saw her family. Always posing. Always masking. What was on the outside was not on the inside. Too bad for her. She could have had a normal childhood.
A camera is a window to the soul. A camera, if wielded right can catch a person off guard. Can capture a person’s secrets. The secret world that they don’t want the rest of us to know .A camera is a powerful tool, but often abused.
i have a camera, single lens reflex. i’d love to use it, but i haven’t gotten around to. is the era of non-digital camera really over? if not, why not use mine?
Ca-chick. Cha-chunk. The wonderful noises the camera made were probably the best part of the job. I loved them. At least, the old fashioned film cameras. Especially the polaroid ones. The new digital sound doesn’t compare at all.
My first camera used 110 film. I loved it. I also loved learning how to develop my own pictures in school. I think I wrote about that already. Using the dark room and the chemicals and the special paper and tongs… We only developed black and white photos. I don’t think I ever developed color film.
Photos… negatives… I wonder, in the future (let’s say 20 or more years from now), if we ever want to get copies from negatives someday, do you think it will even be possible?
they say a picture is worth a thousand words. i think it’s worth a million. just from the camera, you take a moment and freeze it in time. the beauty stays within it because every time you look at that picture, it reminds you of exactly what you felt at that moment. It can even remind you of a moment long ago, or a moment you wish to have.
I love cameras. I want one. A nice one, maybe a Nixon.
To be able to capture a single moment of time, an event, a feeling, an occasion.
To forever have a reminder of the single moment in time.
she only had thirty seconds to take pictures before she would be kicked out, she stumbled over her own laces, camera clicking away at what was on the ground. it sickened her. but fascinated her. She was being pulled away, escorted by the security guard, she turned her face for one last look at it. and then her view was blocked. this was the strangest day she had ever had.
The camera is set and ready to go. Now where is that family who was ready to go? Here I sit and wait and wait. I have a life and things to do. I wait and wait for now family to show.
Family’s together for the Christmas party. We’ve all crammed together on a single couch for this display. Those who are tall enough hover over us from the back wall. All grins. Lopsided. Uncle Lloyd yawns and stretches.
“Can I go get drunk now?” he asks Aunt Sadie, who raises her hand to smack him.
Die Kammer war sehr lang und eng. Es roch nach Lötzinn. Gleich neben dem Eingang stand ein Korb voll mit schmutziger Wäsche. An dem musste man sich vorbeidrängen, um an das Regal mit -zig Plastikbeckern zu kommen , in denen fein säuberlich Schrauben, Muttern, Unterlegscheiben, Fahrradventile und alle möglichen anderen Kleinteile geordnet waren.
Hey, I used my camera today. Sorry. It said not to think and just to write, though, so I mean. I don’t see how you can blame me for not making this some sort of deep philosophical drabble about someone with a camera or something. I mean I guess I could try.
Um.
The images in the camera were always distorted like the cold waste of her imagination and her life spiraling into oblivion and despair. There. How was that?
John had found the large camera in the stairwell, left forgotten in all the excitement over Moriarty’s great hostage puzzle. He’d brought it up into his room after the whole affair had calmed down, always sure that such a nice camera must be good for something other than a disguise… Sherlock didn’t really need it, of course, given his memory. John pondered the prospect of amateur photography over his morning tea.
Sherlock was still down in his bedroom, likely sleeping off the exhaustion accumulated over the past week. John grinned and snuck down with the camera to stand in Sherlock’s doorway. The taller man was completely spawled out across the whole bed, the lone sheet just barely keeping him decent. John zoomed the focus in on Sherlock’s sleeping face, calmer than it would ever appear while awake, and clicked the shutter.
Flash
I stand there
teeth bared in a
fake smile
Flash Flash
it keeps going off
I can’t take this
insanity
I am not cut out
for this
I am not who
they
think i am
I am me
plain and simple
Flash
and I run
run to where i am
supposed to be
to be me
Oh me oh my how I love my camera. I mean, it’s a piece of shit. But it’s MY piece of shit. To do with as I please. To express myself as I please. Capture the world and all it’s beauty and horror as I please.
photos happy images facebook friends memories beautiful sunsets smiles people outdoors capture art skill black and white filters iphone intagram hipstermatic
Flash.
His grin shines brightly in the sun, his laugh echoing in my ears like a happy song I could listen to for hundreds of years. He pulls me into him, kissing my cheek. Taking the opportunity, I pull the camera out in front of us and grin.
Flash.
“You,” he growls in my ear before picking me up in his arms.
I held it up and looked through the lense. Lana was grinning at me on the other side of the camera, standing in front of the monument of the man on his horse giving me thumbs up and a cheesy smile. I giggled as I took the piuctrure and the camera flashed brightly for a split second.
I like to look through a lens
at my own world
distorted through my own means
my mind, fictional
my body, sadly, fact
the camera of my soul shutters too fast
to catch a glimpse of that which is truly me
instead just a blur
on a dusty print
perhaps a vague silhouette
of a ghostly me.
They say the camera doesn’t lie… but it doesn’t always tell the truth, either. It is a subjective eye, manipulated by the photographer, whether by design or happenstance.
He had no camera in his hand, but all he needed was a clear shot of the scene with his eyes, and the brain would merely store it in his memory forever. There was no turning back what was taken, he would always remember what happened.
ok le baiser
du dragon
look at the camera. stare into the lens and let the tiny piece of technology steal a piece of your soul forever. don’t ask for it back because you can’t have it. regret nothing. ask for nothing. need nothing. want nothing. give everything. give it all away.
camera photography I like photography I take a lot of pictures. seeing people visual, dramatic, black and white, color, HD, macro Flickr. I like to see people’s faces in photographs I keep a lot of photos on my computer . I like old fashioned cameras.
A window to a different point of view. Giving emotions without seeing a face, hearing a voice or watching body language. Documenting life and history as it is. Simple.
Take pictures. Feel the beauty from behind the lens. Find the beauty in things no one usually sees. Have fun. And just let go.
Huh…Not a good topic for fiction. Fine, real life accounts then.
I’ve always been camera shy…I’m just too self conscious for photos. It’s always been annoying at family gatherings, seeing as I have relatives who want to take like, six pictures of me at the same time…Whenever someone has a birthday and my grandfather is there to celebrate he has us blow out the candles once and takes a picture with one camera.
And then he re-lights them and the process repeats with another camera.
And then again.
And again.
We light the candles four times and spend the next 10 minutes peeling wax off of the cake.
click click click, smile, pose click click. how empty does poser feel, how empty the camera was
camera’s capture many things us laughing crying smiling are frowning they capture the good times and the bad they capture the memories of our lives
Doorway to the soul. Pathway to the mind. A way to share feelings without using any words.
share how someone feels. while also making different interpretation of one scene.
I spy
with my little lense
hot asphalt and sun spots
Someone wrote “I love my momy”
in gumball pink on the sidewalk
there are kids sitting on the curbs
their bikes decorated with beads on the spokes
leaning up against the telephone pole
underneath the doves on the wire
and the pale sky
Camera. They are used for capturing those moments you can’t dare to live with out. Those happy moments when you click that button on the camera and hear the shutter and then see the flash and a beautiful photo materialize before your eyes.
Camera’s are awesome. They capture memories and freeze them in time. With a camera, a memory will never be forgotten unless the camera or photo is destroyed of course.
Picture perfect. Thats the only phrase that came to mind when she saw her family. Always posing. Always masking. What was on the outside was not on the inside. Too bad for her. She could have had a normal childhood.
A camera is a window to the soul. A camera, if wielded right can catch a person off guard. Can capture a person’s secrets. The secret world that they don’t want the rest of us to know .A camera is a powerful tool, but often abused.
i have a camera, single lens reflex. i’d love to use it, but i haven’t gotten around to. is the era of non-digital camera really over? if not, why not use mine?
Ca-chick. Cha-chunk. The wonderful noises the camera made were probably the best part of the job. I loved them. At least, the old fashioned film cameras. Especially the polaroid ones. The new digital sound doesn’t compare at all.
Camera
My first camera used 110 film. I loved it. I also loved learning how to develop my own pictures in school. I think I wrote about that already. Using the dark room and the chemicals and the special paper and tongs… We only developed black and white photos. I don’t think I ever developed color film.
Photos… negatives… I wonder, in the future (let’s say 20 or more years from now), if we ever want to get copies from negatives someday, do you think it will even be possible?
they say a picture is worth a thousand words. i think it’s worth a million. just from the camera, you take a moment and freeze it in time. the beauty stays within it because every time you look at that picture, it reminds you of exactly what you felt at that moment. It can even remind you of a moment long ago, or a moment you wish to have.
I love cameras. I want one. A nice one, maybe a Nixon.
To be able to capture a single moment of time, an event, a feeling, an occasion.
To forever have a reminder of the single moment in time.
she only had thirty seconds to take pictures before she would be kicked out, she stumbled over her own laces, camera clicking away at what was on the ground. it sickened her. but fascinated her. She was being pulled away, escorted by the security guard, she turned her face for one last look at it. and then her view was blocked. this was the strangest day she had ever had.
The camera is set and ready to go. Now where is that family who was ready to go? Here I sit and wait and wait. I have a life and things to do. I wait and wait for now family to show.
I don’t know what to write about this word, but it reminds me of Chimera.
“Smile for the camera!”
Click, fizzle, whimper.
“There you go. You look just lovely.”
Family’s together for the Christmas party. We’ve all crammed together on a single couch for this display. Those who are tall enough hover over us from the back wall. All grins. Lopsided. Uncle Lloyd yawns and stretches.
“Can I go get drunk now?” he asks Aunt Sadie, who raises her hand to smack him.
there is a camera in her hand, it is her looking glass
she is alice looking through the glass.
to her it is an outside world, just out of her reach.
Die Kammer war sehr lang und eng. Es roch nach Lötzinn. Gleich neben dem Eingang stand ein Korb voll mit schmutziger Wäsche. An dem musste man sich vorbeidrängen, um an das Regal mit -zig Plastikbeckern zu kommen , in denen fein säuberlich Schrauben, Muttern, Unterlegscheiben, Fahrradventile und alle möglichen anderen Kleinteile geordnet waren.
Hey, I used my camera today. Sorry. It said not to think and just to write, though, so I mean. I don’t see how you can blame me for not making this some sort of deep philosophical drabble about someone with a camera or something. I mean I guess I could try.
Um.
The images in the camera were always distorted like the cold waste of her imagination and her life spiraling into oblivion and despair. There. How was that?
Capturing a moment in time.
Take a picture with that camera, capture my soul because after tonight, it will be the only proof that I ever had one.
John had found the large camera in the stairwell, left forgotten in all the excitement over Moriarty’s great hostage puzzle. He’d brought it up into his room after the whole affair had calmed down, always sure that such a nice camera must be good for something other than a disguise… Sherlock didn’t really need it, of course, given his memory. John pondered the prospect of amateur photography over his morning tea.
Sherlock was still down in his bedroom, likely sleeping off the exhaustion accumulated over the past week. John grinned and snuck down with the camera to stand in Sherlock’s doorway. The taller man was completely spawled out across the whole bed, the lone sheet just barely keeping him decent. John zoomed the focus in on Sherlock’s sleeping face, calmer than it would ever appear while awake, and clicked the shutter.
Flash
I stand there
teeth bared in a
fake smile
Flash Flash
it keeps going off
I can’t take this
insanity
I am not cut out
for this
I am not who
they
think i am
I am me
plain and simple
Flash
and I run
run to where i am
supposed to be
to be me
Oh me oh my how I love my camera. I mean, it’s a piece of shit. But it’s MY piece of shit. To do with as I please. To express myself as I please. Capture the world and all it’s beauty and horror as I please.
Capturing a priceless moment in time, and being able to look back and see that very moment whenever.
Pictures that last a lifetime. Fun, silly, portraits, landscapes. Cameras contain, not only film or cards, but memories.
photos happy images facebook friends memories beautiful sunsets smiles people outdoors capture art skill black and white filters iphone intagram hipstermatic
Flash.
His grin shines brightly in the sun, his laugh echoing in my ears like a happy song I could listen to for hundreds of years. He pulls me into him, kissing my cheek. Taking the opportunity, I pull the camera out in front of us and grin.
Flash.
“You,” he growls in my ear before picking me up in his arms.
I held it up and looked through the lense. Lana was grinning at me on the other side of the camera, standing in front of the monument of the man on his horse giving me thumbs up and a cheesy smile. I giggled as I took the piuctrure and the camera flashed brightly for a split second.
I like to look through a lens
at my own world
distorted through my own means
my mind, fictional
my body, sadly, fact
the camera of my soul shutters too fast
to catch a glimpse of that which is truly me
instead just a blur
on a dusty print
perhaps a vague silhouette
of a ghostly me.
They say the camera doesn’t lie… but it doesn’t always tell the truth, either. It is a subjective eye, manipulated by the photographer, whether by design or happenstance.