The sky was empty of stars, a heavy inky blanket that lay across the fields. She felt the weight of the expanse, the pulse of the masked panorama before her. Between her toes was a dirt road, and she could follow it into the dark unknown. Or she could turn back, and find the porch light that she had always breathed, and let the solid man that sat in the chair before the fire hold her. She disappeared within herself, and her heart ran, chasing the wisps of a dream. The one where the other came for her. The one where he was no longer just a wish.
I have nothing to say.
I don’t have a thought in my head
that could be deemed meaningful
at this moment.
I don’t have things to talk about
or life lessons to preach.
I don’t have a chocolate truffle
that I just ate that was utterly
phenomenal,
as I crammed it into my mouth
and realized I could possibly choke
on this one most delicious thing
in the world.
Something that surrounds me
like a blanket at night
or the sky
on top of a mountain
going on for miles and miles
telling me to look as far as my eyes can see
and go wherever I want to go
showing me that anything is possible
as long as I can see it.
Focus the panorama and let the lens dance. This is the view. This is the scope. Three thousand people, young and old, gathered together holding candles. Sticky candles dripping hot wax all over the blue asphalt. If you zoom in, you’ll see how the white stuff shimmers in pools, stretching out like fingers before they descend to the black tar depths below.
i first thought that a panorama photo has a wider range of a view, but it’s not…well things may be like that in any case. first something may seem wider, it’s only a matter of how you see things.
I love taking photos. Not that I’m a professional photographer–sometimes I wish I were–but I enjoy snapping moments and preserving them forever. I wasn’t always like that… When you are taking photos, you can’t enjoy the moment as much. I used to live in the moment more and hated when people asked me to focus on other stuff. Oops, didn’t even mention panorama until now and went over time.
She knew as soon as she saw it that it was the end of her life. Skies and broken bits of life and everything about the view was just so panoramic that it made her cry like it was heaven. She wondered what would happen, then. Would she fall? Cry? Scream like she was dying? Jump, jump, soar.
it takes a few steps to get the full picture but after all that work you finally see it you finally know where you stand you see life and all it lays out in 180 degrees in front of you there your life is plain and beautiful
Mixed with every possible panorama of how the world is suppose to be, the broadcasting of thoughts, ideas, and feelings make the world much more of a mystery where I try to solve every piece.
Elwyn and Gertrude stood on their front porch swing, taking in the panorama of Elm Street. “Hey, Gertrude, kin ya see what are the Johnsons up to t’night?”
“Naw,” she replied.
“Kin ya see if the Zingermans’ve started dinner yet?”
“Naw,” she replied.
“How’s about whether the Parkers are fightin’ this evening?”
“Naw,” she replied, “it’s gotten a lot harder for us to relax since they all put up them privacy fences.”
he shook the slip of paper, muttering about fancyass digital cameras and their fancyass features and their fancyass automatic panorama as he glared at the photos splayed across the walls, sweeping landscapes of exotic lands and photosets of nature on its closest level. he squinted and held the photo up to the light, trying to discern beyond its shady shapes and vague features. “i’ll build my own panorama,” he muttered, and slipped it into his pocket.
the view extending undendingly in all directions scavenging the landscape for untouched space to fill and fall upon like heavy lead. It’s open and heavy.
it’d be real nice if i could recall what a panorama is, but my mind isn’t quite functioning enough for that. i might go learn how to make oragami. sounds like a plan. cranes galore. for christmas? paper crane.
I look as far to my left as I can. And as far to the right. A panorama spreads before me. But if I am a stupid enough mutha fucka to think this is the limit of my horizon, then this should be the last view I ever see. Look beyond.
there was a panorama of colours and fireflies that made me feel happier than yesterday, i hoped i could share this with someone one day. and we would fly away together with hearts a blazing red.
Everything went blurry. I tried to see the entire panorama. Couldn’t. Moving too quickly. I kept running. “Don’t look directly at it!” I repeated over and over in my head. Just keep losing focus. And run directly at the thing you can’t look at.
My life is like a panorama. One look would never give you all the details. You have to scan the entire thing to see that there is so much more to the picture. Each corner, in the center, between the lines.
The panorama was gorgeous. Before me swept the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen. Trees from left to right and as far back as the eye could see. Yep. This was the place. I turned around on the deck to face the Realtor. “I’ll take it.”
He looked only through the ones taken in the winter. He believed very strongly in darkness in the early evening, appropriation, chameleons, and being yourself.
A panorama of a beautiful beach. I wish I was there. It would be amazing. Everything would- running in the sun, swimming, eating, being with friends. I wish my life was a panorama of a beautiful beach.
I’ve never had to do a panorama for school. Was it because my schooling was done in Canada? Or was it that the age of panorama and sun-dials are over. Who created the panorama, the first one, what was its original purpose. I guess we’ll never know…but I’m interested in finding out.
The view of the mountains
Lined up in four neat squares
Hung on the walls
Like climbers for their dear lives
When they realized
They’d had too big ambitions
Their views had been too grand
And now their stories were panoramas.
a view which is just granting us more insight than what appears to us otherwise. In the times when we stayed in closed formations of ideas and mostly bound inside, it seems to provide us a window into unthinkable, for artists ofcourse it had a more genuine use.
Looking back on all of the memories you’ve had, which one is the clearest? Which one is your favorite? Maybe the one that you can still imagine in panoramic view is the one for you.
The panoramic view of the city allowed me to see the beauty and complexity of the people walking its streets each day. Each individual making up a bit more of the story that makes the city what it is- diverse and not able to fit in one screen.
The landscape unfolded in front of me like a panorama as I reached the top of the cliffs. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the orange, pink, and purple sunset over the dark, roiling ocean.
Is the angora kitten ready for her nap? Or would she might like a little rain in a cup before she slips into the mirror-world where mamas all say “am am am” and every papa is a bag, held by a corner, catching the wind.
panorama pictures remind me of the time we went to on a girls day outting to hike escondido falls. The hike is about 4 miles in all (really short) but we went through three waterfalls, each one nicer than the last. At the biggest fall where we could climb up and behind it we took a panaramic picture. A good memory indeed.
I’m not going to lie, I had to look up the definition of this word to write about it. Sometimes I feel like my whole life I’m not really looking through the eyes of me. I am, but not when it really matters. When I get home after school or after something else I look back at the day and I remember things from a panoramic-sort-of view. Not as me, but as someone or something secretly watching me live my life from all possible angles. Watching from all sides to criticize all the better.
My eyes swept 360 degrees in a squiggly pattern of awe. The mountains dipped and rose gracefully, blue-grey against the pale blue sky, the close ones being highlighted with the last of autumn yellow…
There was something following me, waiting until I made a mistakes; letting my guard down. I couldn’t see them, the only light casted from the moon that reflected off the broken glass and waves.
People look on all sides, but what do they really see? Anything can be there, but what do we miss? Nothing is always there, so what isn’t around? Or, what can we not see by refusing to look? Really, I seem to be talking a little out of my element. Anyone can come up with big philosophies without looking all the way around. Maybe we should broaden our outlook. All things in our sights, we can achieve anything!
Panorama was a tv programme that exists to bore the pants off children and to allow adults to think that they are clever. In the 80’s the programmes had serious looking men in suits, wearing glasses who spoke earnestly into the camera. They discussed the economy and politics. very dull. bring back the Magic Roundabout.
My memory is like a panorama of too many things. Layers up on layer of the products of years of too much thinking.
The sky was empty of stars, a heavy inky blanket that lay across the fields. She felt the weight of the expanse, the pulse of the masked panorama before her. Between her toes was a dirt road, and she could follow it into the dark unknown. Or she could turn back, and find the porch light that she had always breathed, and let the solid man that sat in the chair before the fire hold her. She disappeared within herself, and her heart ran, chasing the wisps of a dream. The one where the other came for her. The one where he was no longer just a wish.
I have nothing to say.
I don’t have a thought in my head
that could be deemed meaningful
at this moment.
I don’t have things to talk about
or life lessons to preach.
I don’t have a chocolate truffle
that I just ate that was utterly
phenomenal,
as I crammed it into my mouth
and realized I could possibly choke
on this one most delicious thing
in the world.
Something that surrounds me
like a blanket at night
or the sky
on top of a mountain
going on for miles and miles
telling me to look as far as my eyes can see
and go wherever I want to go
showing me that anything is possible
as long as I can see it.
Focus the panorama and let the lens dance. This is the view. This is the scope. Three thousand people, young and old, gathered together holding candles. Sticky candles dripping hot wax all over the blue asphalt. If you zoom in, you’ll see how the white stuff shimmers in pools, stretching out like fingers before they descend to the black tar depths below.
i first thought that a panorama photo has a wider range of a view, but it’s not…well things may be like that in any case. first something may seem wider, it’s only a matter of how you see things.
I love taking photos. Not that I’m a professional photographer–sometimes I wish I were–but I enjoy snapping moments and preserving them forever. I wasn’t always like that… When you are taking photos, you can’t enjoy the moment as much. I used to live in the moment more and hated when people asked me to focus on other stuff. Oops, didn’t even mention panorama until now and went over time.
She knew as soon as she saw it that it was the end of her life. Skies and broken bits of life and everything about the view was just so panoramic that it made her cry like it was heaven. She wondered what would happen, then. Would she fall? Cry? Scream like she was dying? Jump, jump, soar.
it takes a few steps to get the full picture but after all that work you finally see it you finally know where you stand you see life and all it lays out in 180 degrees in front of you there your life is plain and beautiful
Mixed with every possible panorama of how the world is suppose to be, the broadcasting of thoughts, ideas, and feelings make the world much more of a mystery where I try to solve every piece.
Elwyn and Gertrude stood on their front porch swing, taking in the panorama of Elm Street. “Hey, Gertrude, kin ya see what are the Johnsons up to t’night?”
“Naw,” she replied.
“Kin ya see if the Zingermans’ve started dinner yet?”
“Naw,” she replied.
“How’s about whether the Parkers are fightin’ this evening?”
“Naw,” she replied, “it’s gotten a lot harder for us to relax since they all put up them privacy fences.”
he shook the slip of paper, muttering about fancyass digital cameras and their fancyass features and their fancyass automatic panorama as he glared at the photos splayed across the walls, sweeping landscapes of exotic lands and photosets of nature on its closest level. he squinted and held the photo up to the light, trying to discern beyond its shady shapes and vague features. “i’ll build my own panorama,” he muttered, and slipped it into his pocket.
the view extending undendingly in all directions scavenging the landscape for untouched space to fill and fall upon like heavy lead. It’s open and heavy.
it’d be real nice if i could recall what a panorama is, but my mind isn’t quite functioning enough for that. i might go learn how to make oragami. sounds like a plan. cranes galore. for christmas? paper crane.
I look as far to my left as I can. And as far to the right. A panorama spreads before me. But if I am a stupid enough mutha fucka to think this is the limit of my horizon, then this should be the last view I ever see. Look beyond.
there was a panorama of colours and fireflies that made me feel happier than yesterday, i hoped i could share this with someone one day. and we would fly away together with hearts a blazing red.
Everything went blurry. I tried to see the entire panorama. Couldn’t. Moving too quickly. I kept running. “Don’t look directly at it!” I repeated over and over in my head. Just keep losing focus. And run directly at the thing you can’t look at.
I am so screwed.
My life is like a panorama. One look would never give you all the details. You have to scan the entire thing to see that there is so much more to the picture. Each corner, in the center, between the lines.
The panorama was gorgeous. Before me swept the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen. Trees from left to right and as far back as the eye could see. Yep. This was the place. I turned around on the deck to face the Realtor. “I’ll take it.”
He looked only through the ones taken in the winter. He believed very strongly in darkness in the early evening, appropriation, chameleons, and being yourself.
A panorama of a beautiful beach. I wish I was there. It would be amazing. Everything would- running in the sun, swimming, eating, being with friends. I wish my life was a panorama of a beautiful beach.
I’ve never had to do a panorama for school. Was it because my schooling was done in Canada? Or was it that the age of panorama and sun-dials are over. Who created the panorama, the first one, what was its original purpose. I guess we’ll never know…but I’m interested in finding out.
Panorama almost rhymes with banana.
The view of the mountains
Lined up in four neat squares
Hung on the walls
Like climbers for their dear lives
When they realized
They’d had too big ambitions
Their views had been too grand
And now their stories were panoramas.
White.
From end to end like a panorama
of hung, frozen bedsheets over
fields that were once alive.
a view which is just granting us more insight than what appears to us otherwise. In the times when we stayed in closed formations of ideas and mostly bound inside, it seems to provide us a window into unthinkable, for artists ofcourse it had a more genuine use.
Looking back on all of the memories you’ve had, which one is the clearest? Which one is your favorite? Maybe the one that you can still imagine in panoramic view is the one for you.
umm let me think umm umm ummm thinking thinking umm i got nothing what does this word mean
The panoramic view of the city allowed me to see the beauty and complexity of the people walking its streets each day. Each individual making up a bit more of the story that makes the city what it is- diverse and not able to fit in one screen.
The landscape unfolded in front of me like a panorama as I reached the top of the cliffs. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the orange, pink, and purple sunset over the dark, roiling ocean.
padiaria.
rishard mèj
ongle,
The panoramic view over the Croatian hilltops
Is the angora kitten ready for her nap? Or would she might like a little rain in a cup before she slips into the mirror-world where mamas all say “am am am” and every papa is a bag, held by a corner, catching the wind.
panorama pictures remind me of the time we went to on a girls day outting to hike escondido falls. The hike is about 4 miles in all (really short) but we went through three waterfalls, each one nicer than the last. At the biggest fall where we could climb up and behind it we took a panaramic picture. A good memory indeed.
Panorama
Oh, the view from atop 4th of July pass! On a clear day, seeing the lake in all its glory. The panorama of the Palouse in the distance.
I’m not going to lie, I had to look up the definition of this word to write about it. Sometimes I feel like my whole life I’m not really looking through the eyes of me. I am, but not when it really matters. When I get home after school or after something else I look back at the day and I remember things from a panoramic-sort-of view. Not as me, but as someone or something secretly watching me live my life from all possible angles. Watching from all sides to criticize all the better.
My eyes swept 360 degrees in a squiggly pattern of awe. The mountains dipped and rose gracefully, blue-grey against the pale blue sky, the close ones being highlighted with the last of autumn yellow…
There was something following me, waiting until I made a mistakes; letting my guard down. I couldn’t see them, the only light casted from the moon that reflected off the broken glass and waves.
People look on all sides, but what do they really see? Anything can be there, but what do we miss? Nothing is always there, so what isn’t around? Or, what can we not see by refusing to look? Really, I seem to be talking a little out of my element. Anyone can come up with big philosophies without looking all the way around. Maybe we should broaden our outlook. All things in our sights, we can achieve anything!
Panorama was a tv programme that exists to bore the pants off children and to allow adults to think that they are clever. In the 80’s the programmes had serious looking men in suits, wearing glasses who spoke earnestly into the camera. They discussed the economy and politics. very dull. bring back the Magic Roundabout.