Being able to capture a moment of time, right when it happens, some would say is a miracle. You see something for its purest from and can keep it as a memory. You can capture it and show it to everyone so they can all see your point for view. Point of view is a big deal with writing and is needed for any story, poem or paper.
My new Nikon camera I got for christmas works miracles. All of the photos come out perfectly. A rememberable moment in time that will never be forgotten because it captures all of your most vivid memories.
The camera is watching your every move. Always watching, ready to take a snapshot of a stilled object. It captures memories, and times of deep sorrow in one’s own life and in the lives of others. It will always be watching everything that you do.
The camera is a magnificant iteam. It can take a picture of the present, record the past and behold information for the future. A picture is worth a thousand words, but a camera beholds thouse pictures. To make a memory, snapshot of your life.
One camera can hold so many memories. A family trip to a beach, your friend’s birthday party, or just a snapshot of a pretty flower. A camera can be used to capture anything, and you can keep it forever.
Click, Click, Click
Capturing the moments as we travel through the big foreign city. Picture after picture. We will never forget this moment, because of our camera.
The focus was on her face when she abruptely stopped smiling. Her eyes starred in shock and the man behind the camera tapped the trigger. The fear of her face became a symbol for the society
What can one capture with a camera? He brought it to class one day, thought to take pictures of Sam sleeping in the front row or the blackboard rolling away when the teacher tried to grab it, funny little daily happenings, but at the end of the class he hadn’t used it at all, felt to embarrassed to film others without their permission.
I headed to the Camera early in the morning, just as I planned. The library, though huge and set in the middle of a little city, looked surprisingly humble.
I have had a camera since I was a child. What strange things I’ve pictured. A lot of family and a good many friends and acquaintances – some whose names I can no longer recall.
Pieces of broken camera were all over the floor. He kneeled next to it crying, like a little child. Camera was worth more than his car, but that wasn’t the problem. With this accident, he became jobless. Who will take a photographer without a proper camera ?
Do I really want to do this now? Stand in front of a camera and smile, he said. How do I smile when I am thinking of the dinner in the oven and worrying about where the children are and what they are doing. Just be yourself, he said. Isn’t that always what I am?
it was starting to rain, and plus, she was expected home. but she found that she could not will herself to move. she just…stayed there and got drenched. she was wearing a blue summer dress, and it clung to her like a second skin. her brown hair, almost black now, stuck against her forehead and neck. time was standing still, it felt like. her gaze was frozen, lowered at really nothing at all. she saw fat drops of rain falling. the sun was gone and everything was tinged blue. she was twenty two years old. how had she gotten here? what events in her life had brought her to this point?
she felt like a failure. she did not want to go home.
somewhere in the distance, a camera flash went off.
The camera flashed, capturing the moment that would be treasured a lifetime. The bride and groom beamed, a piece of their love and happiness seized, forever to be looked back on.
“Go ahead and fetch your camera. Go on, film the world before it happens.”
The music goes on, soothing her with the pluck of the guitars and the smooth baritone of the singer. She drowns herself in that song, because it describes her exactly who she is.
I’ll pick up my lens tomorrow,
And tomorrow,
And think I’ll see his face behind it,
But through this camera I’m surfacing on memories,
On just the fifth.
For released will be delicacy,
Shadows, Speckles of Light,
But each leaking ocean,
Each clasped palm,
Entrapped.
Click.
You are not smiling.
You are simple
and sad.
Your lips harboring resentment
while your eyes have caught me dead as i’m trying to capture your silent beauty
with curious lenses.
“Camera’s don’t lie, Amelia!” He shouted in my face, flinging spittle on my lip and eyelid. He was furious, inches from my face as he raged on and on about the photo he flung around in the air like a butterfly on a string, fluttering about.
She wasn’t really thinking, but she went ahead and clicked.
The shutter noise proceeded to follow, and she went about her day.
But she didn’t expect to see what she saw.
The face haunts her every day.
She is trapped
she needs help
he is here
help me
help me
help
help
i am running out of time
and he is here to kill me
don’t look into that photograph
do not look behind yo
The camera was pointed away from him. All he could think about was the damage it had caused.
She had left him because of this camera. She had told him that he loved it more than he had loved her.
She left. Took everything.
Attention back to the camera. He points. And clicks.
My camera doesn’t capture pictures.
It captures lives full of
love,
happiness,
and pain.
My camera doesn’t capture people.
It captures
subjects
gone
insane.
I look at you closer than ever before, yet you are further away then ever. The lens is between us and you build up a wall. Layer upon layer of wishes of who you were, and how you look, and who you will be pile on top of you and bury the person I try so desperately to capture.
The damned camera dominated every family event. Now just the girls, now just the boys, now the three generations, now in laws only, now blood family only… On and on till hours were just a blur of flashes and everyone felt half blinded. And yet now she’s gone those same events feel somehow empty and I can look back on those photos with joy.
The camera clicked and captured the image, but only those that were there experienced the moment. The moment that changed lives forever. The moment he asked her to marry him.
i got my fish eye working on my camera :)
funny thing, cameras. i would rather replace my eyes with camera lenses and be able to take images and moments in a flash instead of having to worry about bringing my camera to an unsafe place and risk it getting damaged;
snap, second and its preserved forever. memories captured in one moment. expressions reflected, emotions displayed, eyes connected; touch speak wink grimace thizz enhance soften party sadness, click. done. all is done. you have forever been captured in a moment your mind can’t comprehend.
Tom is outside shooting pictures of the river for his college class. He raises the camera to his eye and adjusts the lens because a weird cloud is covering the sky all of the sudden. He snaps the picture of the grey sky to test the settings. When he looks down at the picture after taking it. He nearly throws up when he sees a monster staring at him, right at him, through the breaks in the clouds.
I work with cameras. Everyone thinks they’re a photographer nowadays. The average grandma could take a decent picture, but when Sally’s little boy Tommy takes a crappy picture with the hand-me-down crappy camera he has, it’s the greatest thing in the world. Did I say I work with cameras? I meant I work with dumbasses.
Being able to capture a moment of time, right when it happens, some would say is a miracle. You see something for its purest from and can keep it as a memory. You can capture it and show it to everyone so they can all see your point for view. Point of view is a big deal with writing and is needed for any story, poem or paper.
My new Nikon camera I got for christmas works miracles. All of the photos come out perfectly. A rememberable moment in time that will never be forgotten because it captures all of your most vivid memories.
The camera is watching your every move. Always watching, ready to take a snapshot of a stilled object. It captures memories, and times of deep sorrow in one’s own life and in the lives of others. It will always be watching everything that you do.
The camera is a magnificant iteam. It can take a picture of the present, record the past and behold information for the future. A picture is worth a thousand words, but a camera beholds thouse pictures. To make a memory, snapshot of your life.
A bright flash. The pictures stored. Pictures, or memories? Just colours, or feelings too? Everything a flimsy piece of paper can hold.
One camera can hold so many memories. A family trip to a beach, your friend’s birthday party, or just a snapshot of a pretty flower. A camera can be used to capture anything, and you can keep it forever.
Click, Click, Click
Capturing the moments as we travel through the big foreign city. Picture after picture. We will never forget this moment, because of our camera.
capturing moments
keeping memories
snapping pictures that save for a life time
a scrapbook of your life
all put into one small frame
Cameras take pictures of created memories that last a lifetime, so you can look back at and see that specific moment.
snap shots
photos
videos
pictures
screen shot
still
forever there
camera roll
digital
old
new
waterproof
fancy
high-tech
disposable
Picture, memory, flash, knowledge, video, good times, bad times, horror, peace, destruction
The focus was on her face when she abruptely stopped smiling. Her eyes starred in shock and the man behind the camera tapped the trigger. The fear of her face became a symbol for the society
Behind the lenses, there’s a flash of light. The image freezes, captured in the memory.
What can one capture with a camera? He brought it to class one day, thought to take pictures of Sam sleeping in the front row or the blackboard rolling away when the teacher tried to grab it, funny little daily happenings, but at the end of the class he hadn’t used it at all, felt to embarrassed to film others without their permission.
I headed to the Camera early in the morning, just as I planned. The library, though huge and set in the middle of a little city, looked surprisingly humble.
I have had a camera since I was a child. What strange things I’ve pictured. A lot of family and a good many friends and acquaintances – some whose names I can no longer recall.
Pieces of broken camera were all over the floor. He kneeled next to it crying, like a little child. Camera was worth more than his car, but that wasn’t the problem. With this accident, he became jobless. Who will take a photographer without a proper camera ?
Do I really want to do this now? Stand in front of a camera and smile, he said. How do I smile when I am thinking of the dinner in the oven and worrying about where the children are and what they are doing. Just be yourself, he said. Isn’t that always what I am?
it was starting to rain, and plus, she was expected home. but she found that she could not will herself to move. she just…stayed there and got drenched. she was wearing a blue summer dress, and it clung to her like a second skin. her brown hair, almost black now, stuck against her forehead and neck. time was standing still, it felt like. her gaze was frozen, lowered at really nothing at all. she saw fat drops of rain falling. the sun was gone and everything was tinged blue. she was twenty two years old. how had she gotten here? what events in her life had brought her to this point?
she felt like a failure. she did not want to go home.
somewhere in the distance, a camera flash went off.
The camera flashed, capturing the moment that would be treasured a lifetime. The bride and groom beamed, a piece of their love and happiness seized, forever to be looked back on.
“Go ahead and fetch your camera. Go on, film the world before it happens.”
The music goes on, soothing her with the pluck of the guitars and the smooth baritone of the singer. She drowns herself in that song, because it describes her exactly who she is.
I’ll pick up my lens tomorrow,
And tomorrow,
And think I’ll see his face behind it,
But through this camera I’m surfacing on memories,
On just the fifth.
For released will be delicacy,
Shadows, Speckles of Light,
But each leaking ocean,
Each clasped palm,
Entrapped.
Click.
You are not smiling.
You are simple
and sad.
Your lips harboring resentment
while your eyes have caught me dead as i’m trying to capture your silent beauty
with curious lenses.
“Camera’s don’t lie, Amelia!” He shouted in my face, flinging spittle on my lip and eyelid. He was furious, inches from my face as he raged on and on about the photo he flung around in the air like a butterfly on a string, fluttering about.
She wasn’t really thinking, but she went ahead and clicked.
The shutter noise proceeded to follow, and she went about her day.
But she didn’t expect to see what she saw.
The face haunts her every day.
She is trapped
she needs help
he is here
help me
help me
help
help
i am running out of time
and he is here to kill me
don’t look into that photograph
do not look behind yo
The camera was pointed away from him. All he could think about was the damage it had caused.
She had left him because of this camera. She had told him that he loved it more than he had loved her.
She left. Took everything.
Attention back to the camera. He points. And clicks.
i wish my camera saw the world the way i see it
and could capture its beauty in the same way that it is presented to me
i turn my camera on….hit me like a tom…..spoon rocks on and on…..I absolutely love that song.
My camera doesn’t capture pictures.
It captures lives full of
love,
happiness,
and pain.
My camera doesn’t capture people.
It captures
subjects
gone
insane.
Pictures frozen in time, thrown into a box in the attic with the Kodak camera, relic from the past.
I only have one eye.
No hands, no ears.
I can’t listen when you’re sad
I can’t wipe away your tears.
But I can watch you with that eye
I can focus on only you.
So smile for me, love
I’ll preserve it for all to view.
I look at you closer than ever before, yet you are further away then ever. The lens is between us and you build up a wall. Layer upon layer of wishes of who you were, and how you look, and who you will be pile on top of you and bury the person I try so desperately to capture.
The damned camera dominated every family event. Now just the girls, now just the boys, now the three generations, now in laws only, now blood family only… On and on till hours were just a blur of flashes and everyone felt half blinded. And yet now she’s gone those same events feel somehow empty and I can look back on those photos with joy.
The camera clicked and captured the image, but only those that were there experienced the moment. The moment that changed lives forever. The moment he asked her to marry him.
i got my fish eye working on my camera :)
funny thing, cameras. i would rather replace my eyes with camera lenses and be able to take images and moments in a flash instead of having to worry about bringing my camera to an unsafe place and risk it getting damaged;
snap, second and its preserved forever. memories captured in one moment. expressions reflected, emotions displayed, eyes connected; touch speak wink grimace thizz enhance soften party sadness, click. done. all is done. you have forever been captured in a moment your mind can’t comprehend.
Tom is outside shooting pictures of the river for his college class. He raises the camera to his eye and adjusts the lens because a weird cloud is covering the sky all of the sudden. He snaps the picture of the grey sky to test the settings. When he looks down at the picture after taking it. He nearly throws up when he sees a monster staring at him, right at him, through the breaks in the clouds.
ta
click. zoom. click. click.
I love having people take pictures of me. It makes me feel beautiful. It makes me feel as though someone wants me. As in I’m worth some value.
I work with cameras. Everyone thinks they’re a photographer nowadays. The average grandma could take a decent picture, but when Sally’s little boy Tommy takes a crappy picture with the hand-me-down crappy camera he has, it’s the greatest thing in the world. Did I say I work with cameras? I meant I work with dumbasses.