She smiled, balancing half-heartedly along the thin, stone wall. “Did you get it?”
“Almost, I think.” He fumbled with the camera and smiled. It was the best he could offer, a shy, sweet smile that made her own reflection of it several times brighter.
“Try again.” She called out. This time she held her arms open wide and turned, facing the horizon was if she were a sea wife, waiting for the sea to bring her husband home.”
The photography student peered through the viewer again, the easy smile staying on his face. “Almost…”
He sat in the room and thought about how everything in his life had turned out upside down, starting with the his tears that flew out of his eyes and straight upwards, like little birds crazily leaving their nests and homes, looking for God.
this is a good device for taking pictures.I have a professional camera.I bought it two years ago.
My wife loves it and I have to buy a new one for her becuase she is not going to use mine.
The camera is a good entertainment when you go to mountains or seas
The shutter blinked bashfully, stuttering, lashless beneath the impulse of unsteady hands. He loved her, and to have a chance to capture her was an opportunity he had longed for. The photos didn’t turn out, but she called him for a second shoot anyway saying, “It must have been the wind.” After the third, they simply opted for lunch.
It’s the first picture she ever took, at the zoo near her grandparents’ house when she was somewhere between three and five. She remembers being so excited; the camera a magical plastic box between her hands. The day is sunny and the tiger is roaring and pacing, and her first picture is of her parents’ knees as they sit across from its enclosure. When she sees it, she is inordinately proud.
With a snap, the shutter closed and I think she took an imprint of me forever. Plastic smile and dead, blank stare. That’s all she’ll have to remember of me.
“You should have given me a second!” I said in protest, but the brochures were already in the mail and it was time for me to sit back and watch the rest of my social life crumble to pieces.
UNINSPIRED. WORTHY OF NOTHING MORE THAN SNAP-PAPER AND BROKEN HEARTS.
The headlines were bold and loud and I knew I deserved them, but I could only think of what else I should have said, what I could have told her in the moment that wouldn’t have been just “cheese.”
Life often passes by in the blink of an eye, and sometimes when we feel like stopping and staring, it goes right by and speeds along. Hours blur into minutes as the days drift on by. It gets hard to remember the good ol’ days when we were young. Then the camera was invented, and then seconds began to be frozen in time.
snap. i take your picture as you’re looking the other way, completely unaware i have been staring at you for more than an hour. beauty seeps from your mouth as you breathe and i’m completely overtaken. snap, snap, snap.
He sits on the edge of the bathroom, watching the girl as she gets ready for their thousandth date. They’ve been together so long that comfort comes as almost a second-thought. She wraps her bangs around the curling iron, perching it atop her head as she looks over at him with her classically wide smile. He lifts the camera that always rests around neck up to his eye, and she sticks her tongue out as he presses his finger to the shutter. Another memory that will never be forgotten.
And that’s my living. When I’m out there, looking down the lens of the camera, videoing the people, I feel no shyness. Because I am looking at the world through a television and I am at home and they are not there. So when they smile or frown, they are not making faces at me but at my flatscreen other, the confident one. And I smile back.
It wasn’t easy to avoid the camera…or cameras, as it were. Leaving a grocery store in the middle of the night with a former supermodel on your arm would definitely attract more than one paparrazo.
Captures moments into an air-tight box. Captures things better than they were, as it asks for the smiles that weren’t really there. Captures, but also redefines, refines moments to show what they should have been. Perfect. Happy.
To her, he was a camera obscura. Just when she thought she finally found the key to understanding his expressions, finally could read the tone of his voice or the habitual rumpling of his hair, his behavior would completely change. He projected his feelings upside down, stating the complicated inner workings of his mind for all to hear yet keeping the most basic of emotions locked away for none to see.
To him, she was a mirror, always reflecting the actions of others because she was too afraid to express her own thoughts. Some part of him enjoyed catching her off guard with the unpredictable change of his behavior, making her unable to simply mirror him and forcing her to venture out into the world with feelings entirely her own.
Snap snap snap. Cameras take the moments of our lives and crystallize them. There is a strange sadness to the pictures that a camera take–moments where we know neither the sadness nor the happiness to come. The camera is the instrument that we use, and thus has a special significance.
Camera whore, that’s me! I don’t know exactly what it is about a camera that draws me out, I just have to throw myself in front of it. There’s a certain glory in the certainty that if there are pictures of me somewhere, people will know that I did something.
Snap this photo, real quick please. Just remember this moment in time, because alas it will be gone shortly. You cannot remember everything, but if you just take a second to look around and appreciate this life, maybe you will see my photo.
Laura never knew what do in her free time. She was always clogged with homework and meetings. One day, she picked up her camera and went on a walk, hoping to
*flash* the camera takes the still image. it’s amazing, really. that one moment can mean everything. it can bring tears, laughter, or even remorse. so much, in just a moment of time. it’s amazing, really.
camera looking at me from the top of my computer, big brother, always watching me. 1984, good book, weird commercial though, i forget what company did it, nvm apple. have you seen the steve jobs face in the mac apple logo,clever!
Cameras are used to take pictures. some use film and need to be developed, while others use digital formats, such as Sd cards. Cameras used to be large and clunky, but now they are built into phones. Many pictures are measured in terms of picture resolution, known as megapixels.
Hi, I’m Camr. I take snapshots in my head whenever I spy something interesting. Recently I love the sky. I look at it every day, and take the prettiest shot ever. Everyday has an amazing sky. I believe you should look at it too. This message has been approved by me. SO LOOK AT THE SKY. Thank you.
The camera flashed, and Mark took a step back, alarmed.
“You’re the hero of the world!” sighed the reporter, blinking her dark brown eyes at him. She took a step closer, putting her camera to her side and thrusting her chest forward so Mark had no choice but to see down her shirt. He gulped and looked away. “How about an interview?”
“Mr. Paddingfoot doesn’t do interviews,” said a voice coolly, and Mark was instantly relieved to find Sam on his arm. “I suggest you and your camera go and by a shirt that fits and leave my almost-husband alone.”
I lift the heavy black camera up and snap several shots of your laughing, bright, happy face before you notice. Turning away, letting your dyed black hair falling back over your shoulder and stalk away. I am left with the camera and the memories of a daughter who used to be happy.
“To photograph from a tine” Said the man in a V-neck sweater that had, in fact, read Proust, “is to express a given aesthetic in a mode of subtlety.” And with that the room went quiet with the silence of the deaf, and the people were brought to erudition, and the esoteric was made light again, and the man remembered the frozen instant of glory before the next…
camera: used to capture precious moments that will never be again. It’s such a beautiful thing..a camera. A tiny little device that helps us track time. We never realize how fast time is actually going by until we recognize it as our past. So we sit around waiting, starving for something new..until we look back at the old memories from the camera. Camera..a very beautiful thing, indeed.
Shawok laughed, and leaned over Ken’s shoulder with the camera in her right hand. The sunlight glared off the lenses, suddenly lashing away from the device into a single line. Each fraction of light was merged into hundred of individual strips, collected and merging together into a blazing white color. Ken held his breath and glanced over his shoulder as Shawok pulled away, lowering the camera and turning it around. The lenses had been unfortunately burnt, stripping the device of any use it may have had. However there already were higher obligations at hand; the collected light had already begun to curve and collapse on to itself.
Camera is the window to the world. It captures everything even if you dont want it to bur you cant change it. You see the good the bad and everything in between. The hate the love the black the white. ALL.
If only I had a camera that would tell me who’s real and who’s not, what is real or not.
My life would be too easy though.
So for now I get to suffer with educated guesses.
I’d take pictures of you, to keep as memories so that the next time I fail to recall, I can use the digital memory to remind me what you looked like in my once upon a time before.
And maybe I could ask why you’re always staring off into the space beyond – if maybe you’ve seen something there that I couldn’t quite capture. And I have this feeling that maybe you’d say you were watching the faeries play.
Or watching me.
Click.
The camera shutter flickered up and down.
She smiled, balancing half-heartedly along the thin, stone wall. “Did you get it?”
“Almost, I think.” He fumbled with the camera and smiled. It was the best he could offer, a shy, sweet smile that made her own reflection of it several times brighter.
“Try again.” She called out. This time she held her arms open wide and turned, facing the horizon was if she were a sea wife, waiting for the sea to bring her husband home.”
The photography student peered through the viewer again, the easy smile staying on his face. “Almost…”
He sat in the room and thought about how everything in his life had turned out upside down, starting with the his tears that flew out of his eyes and straight upwards, like little birds crazily leaving their nests and homes, looking for God.
i love my camera, that’s all i can really say
this is a good device for taking pictures.I have a professional camera.I bought it two years ago.
My wife loves it and I have to buy a new one for her becuase she is not going to use mine.
The camera is a good entertainment when you go to mountains or seas
The shutter blinked bashfully, stuttering, lashless beneath the impulse of unsteady hands. He loved her, and to have a chance to capture her was an opportunity he had longed for. The photos didn’t turn out, but she called him for a second shoot anyway saying, “It must have been the wind.” After the third, they simply opted for lunch.
take a picture
it’ll last longer
go further
it’ll make you stronger
move on
stop sticking
be gone
you’re presence is sickening
no one wants you here
it’s better there
don’t you see that, dear
if you go back
you’ll find you fit in
with dumb adolescence
with meaningless shit
shop expensively
overspend
meet people
make a friend
you’re alone where you are
so, don’t stay put
start again
you’re in a rut
be you’re age
act a slut
© L²
It’s the first picture she ever took, at the zoo near her grandparents’ house when she was somewhere between three and five. She remembers being so excited; the camera a magical plastic box between her hands. The day is sunny and the tiger is roaring and pacing, and her first picture is of her parents’ knees as they sit across from its enclosure. When she sees it, she is inordinately proud.
With a snap, the shutter closed and I think she took an imprint of me forever. Plastic smile and dead, blank stare. That’s all she’ll have to remember of me.
“You should have given me a second!” I said in protest, but the brochures were already in the mail and it was time for me to sit back and watch the rest of my social life crumble to pieces.
UNINSPIRED. WORTHY OF NOTHING MORE THAN SNAP-PAPER AND BROKEN HEARTS.
The headlines were bold and loud and I knew I deserved them, but I could only think of what else I should have said, what I could have told her in the moment that wouldn’t have been just “cheese.”
flash said the camera. cheese said the people. too bad they weren’t ready! still cute picture though. i think.
pictures
memories
friends
family
love
laughter
sony
pink
black
blue
green
purple
wide angle
zoom
flash
smile
cheese :)
Life often passes by in the blink of an eye, and sometimes when we feel like stopping and staring, it goes right by and speeds along. Hours blur into minutes as the days drift on by. It gets hard to remember the good ol’ days when we were young. Then the camera was invented, and then seconds began to be frozen in time.
snap. i take your picture as you’re looking the other way, completely unaware i have been staring at you for more than an hour. beauty seeps from your mouth as you breathe and i’m completely overtaken. snap, snap, snap.
He sits on the edge of the bathroom, watching the girl as she gets ready for their thousandth date. They’ve been together so long that comfort comes as almost a second-thought. She wraps her bangs around the curling iron, perching it atop her head as she looks over at him with her classically wide smile. He lifts the camera that always rests around neck up to his eye, and she sticks her tongue out as he presses his finger to the shutter. Another memory that will never be forgotten.
And that’s my living. When I’m out there, looking down the lens of the camera, videoing the people, I feel no shyness. Because I am looking at the world through a television and I am at home and they are not there. So when they smile or frown, they are not making faces at me but at my flatscreen other, the confident one. And I smile back.
It wasn’t easy to avoid the camera…or cameras, as it were. Leaving a grocery store in the middle of the night with a former supermodel on your arm would definitely attract more than one paparrazo.
Captures moments into an air-tight box. Captures things better than they were, as it asks for the smiles that weren’t really there. Captures, but also redefines, refines moments to show what they should have been. Perfect. Happy.
To her, he was a camera obscura. Just when she thought she finally found the key to understanding his expressions, finally could read the tone of his voice or the habitual rumpling of his hair, his behavior would completely change. He projected his feelings upside down, stating the complicated inner workings of his mind for all to hear yet keeping the most basic of emotions locked away for none to see.
To him, she was a mirror, always reflecting the actions of others because she was too afraid to express her own thoughts. Some part of him enjoyed catching her off guard with the unpredictable change of his behavior, making her unable to simply mirror him and forcing her to venture out into the world with feelings entirely her own.
Snap snap snap. Cameras take the moments of our lives and crystallize them. There is a strange sadness to the pictures that a camera take–moments where we know neither the sadness nor the happiness to come. The camera is the instrument that we use, and thus has a special significance.
Camera whore, that’s me! I don’t know exactly what it is about a camera that draws me out, I just have to throw myself in front of it. There’s a certain glory in the certainty that if there are pictures of me somewhere, people will know that I did something.
We capture these memories… We freeze a single split second in time. Then we treasure them… We love them … we hold on to all the good we see.
ok
Snap this photo, real quick please. Just remember this moment in time, because alas it will be gone shortly. You cannot remember everything, but if you just take a second to look around and appreciate this life, maybe you will see my photo.
Laura never knew what do in her free time. She was always clogged with homework and meetings. One day, she picked up her camera and went on a walk, hoping to
*flash* the camera takes the still image. it’s amazing, really. that one moment can mean everything. it can bring tears, laughter, or even remorse. so much, in just a moment of time. it’s amazing, really.
camera looking at me from the top of my computer, big brother, always watching me. 1984, good book, weird commercial though, i forget what company did it, nvm apple. have you seen the steve jobs face in the mac apple logo,clever!
Cameras are used to take pictures. some use film and need to be developed, while others use digital formats, such as Sd cards. Cameras used to be large and clunky, but now they are built into phones. Many pictures are measured in terms of picture resolution, known as megapixels.
Hi, I’m Camr. I take snapshots in my head whenever I spy something interesting. Recently I love the sky. I look at it every day, and take the prettiest shot ever. Everyday has an amazing sky. I believe you should look at it too. This message has been approved by me. SO LOOK AT THE SKY. Thank you.
action …. I’m blinking in the lights, harshly exposing all the experiences etched upon my face.
it takes pictures
The camera flashed, and Mark took a step back, alarmed.
“You’re the hero of the world!” sighed the reporter, blinking her dark brown eyes at him. She took a step closer, putting her camera to her side and thrusting her chest forward so Mark had no choice but to see down her shirt. He gulped and looked away. “How about an interview?”
“Mr. Paddingfoot doesn’t do interviews,” said a voice coolly, and Mark was instantly relieved to find Sam on his arm. “I suggest you and your camera go and by a shirt that fits and leave my almost-husband alone.”
I lift the heavy black camera up and snap several shots of your laughing, bright, happy face before you notice. Turning away, letting your dyed black hair falling back over your shoulder and stalk away. I am left with the camera and the memories of a daughter who used to be happy.
“To photograph from a tine” Said the man in a V-neck sweater that had, in fact, read Proust, “is to express a given aesthetic in a mode of subtlety.” And with that the room went quiet with the silence of the deaf, and the people were brought to erudition, and the esoteric was made light again, and the man remembered the frozen instant of glory before the next…
camera: used to capture precious moments that will never be again. It’s such a beautiful thing..a camera. A tiny little device that helps us track time. We never realize how fast time is actually going by until we recognize it as our past. So we sit around waiting, starving for something new..until we look back at the old memories from the camera. Camera..a very beautiful thing, indeed.
Shawok laughed, and leaned over Ken’s shoulder with the camera in her right hand. The sunlight glared off the lenses, suddenly lashing away from the device into a single line. Each fraction of light was merged into hundred of individual strips, collected and merging together into a blazing white color. Ken held his breath and glanced over his shoulder as Shawok pulled away, lowering the camera and turning it around. The lenses had been unfortunately burnt, stripping the device of any use it may have had. However there already were higher obligations at hand; the collected light had already begun to curve and collapse on to itself.
Snap. You’re trapped inside the flash.
Here, you can last forever
As you are right now.
But will it really be more time to live
Or to endure?
Sometimes I can’t remember.
Camera is the window to the world. It captures everything even if you dont want it to bur you cant change it. You see the good the bad and everything in between. The hate the love the black the white. ALL.
If only I had a camera that would tell me who’s real and who’s not, what is real or not.
My life would be too easy though.
So for now I get to suffer with educated guesses.
A thing that captures memories and then are able to look back at them with happiness.
I’d take pictures of you, to keep as memories so that the next time I fail to recall, I can use the digital memory to remind me what you looked like in my once upon a time before.
And maybe I could ask why you’re always staring off into the space beyond – if maybe you’ve seen something there that I couldn’t quite capture. And I have this feeling that maybe you’d say you were watching the faeries play.
Or watching me.
Myself.