i love photography and i really think that i want to have a career in journalism using my own pictures. my camera lets me express myself in my own way. i love it
Emma
A flash, a click. A moment in time. Captured, forever. Like eternity. Only for a second. Just one second. Forever. Till the end of time. If the end of time exists.
Katie
I wish cameras could see what my eyes see. And I wish cameras weren’t so expensive. I am thankful that cameras were invented because images are my favorite thing in the whole world. They are like candy to me. I can’t collect enough of them. I have an old camera that is all manual and it broke a while back. I haven’t got a new camera since. It seems everyone is a photographer now. But that’s ok.
Ashley
I’ve got a camera in my mind,
with an infinite memory card.
Holding onto all the good
and the bad.
i like camerA’S THEY HELP take photos and make for good ornaments. you can get degrees in photography and design and most you girls think having a camera makes you a photographer. you can also own a video camera to create vlogs on yutube
ella
A camera catches memories, and helps us to remember them. It allows us to reminis on the past. Helping our memories to never be forgotten and always be one shot away. No matter how long ago the picture was taken its always present to us. Thank You Cameras!!
Lauren Bynum
cam-ee-ra and give me a kiss.
steph
Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer. Flock around us, snapclickflash, paparazzi. We make things happen, make things memorable. Dizzy and disorientated, if you don’t remember at first, the pictures will jog reluctant memories.
I have several cameras. Each one holds different pictures from different times of my life. My disposable cameras, with 8th grade pictures. My digital cameras with high school memories of times in Walmart, and videos of us rapping. We were amazing. Now my big time camera, I love you and you’ve captures my college years, the best times of my life.
Taking, collecting images; is this the same thing? Our memories are stored as a collection of photographs which evoke sensory recollection….lord am I ranting/ Yes clearly.
Lesley King
Ah, the camera. One of the most loved and feared device.
We were alone, i needed to take some pictures but we colud not found out hoy does it works. Instad of taína pictures, we went to the zoo.
Brenda
Camera action behind the plywood walls of the 4th floor rental unit studio, director wearing skinny jeans and too-thick glasses, licking his lips between muttered commands, eyes too eager. She’s wondering if anyone can hear, but mostly, more than anything, she’s wondering, what am I and this camera doing here?
cameras are used to take pictures of you, your friends, and your family cameras can make movies and make pornos in your basement I enjoy cameras but I use my phone instead of my camera because my phone is better than a camera bitches, beat that.
Austin
When i take pictures I feel complete. Like I’ll be able to look back someday and see that my life had been fun and exciting. I have very few from my childhood, it’s almost like it didn’t happen. There’s a void from that time because my mom was working so much and there was never any time for pictures.
megan
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. You snap a photo and it captures a moment, a moment you can further analyze. Something that may not stay in your memory so clearly is engrained somewhere forever. I want a camera.
camera camera snap snap take those pics love the color instagram watch the distance change is it ever how it looks to you in real life or is it better? love the senior pictures gotta learn how to do that want to be a pro love it macro was always so fun and it is a great hobby and a way to capture beauty in the world it really is amazing photography is the best
mergs
A camera takes pictures. It records memorable events that shape our lives. The camera can express what words can not. Cameras come in different colors, shapes, etc. Instead of drawing, you could use a camera.
to take pictures of moments so you can capture memories. to look back and remember and recollect on moments to sherish. to remmeber people. a time capsule. when you look pretty you want to see how you look. to show off.
Rajmeet
It’s said that when a person dies, their life flashes before their eyes. The same is also true when a person dies in their heart. A stumble or a trip and all the snapshots and memories of who we were fling from our clumsy hands and drift slowly to the ground. And we pause, prostrate in the mud, and gaze around us at the moments frozen in the little squares and rectangles. We watch the colors blur and the images wash away as moisture seeps into the paper. Then hot tears streak down our stone faces because not only are the old feelings and memories fading, but we realize they never mattered. Not to us, not to any one. The camera shattered against the rocks when we fell, and there is no longer any reason to pick ourselves up. Face down in the mud, darkness swallows us.
Her camera flashed once, twice, thrice. The pictures were taken and no one could take them back. That was the beauty of it, they were already in the world. These people could kill her, torture her, hurt her till she screamed and screamed, but they would already be out in the world. It was too late for them and they know it. She smirked at them, at their open, frightened, confused faces. It was worth it. She might as well be dead now, but it was worth it.
Another milestone, another photo op to be placed in the album chronicling the story of our life. Memories frozen in time? More like reminders of of how much things have changed, or, perhaps, how much they haven’t changed. I guess it depends on what lens you look through.
So many inside jokes and memories, so many happy times just out the door. I’m losing you, and there is nothing I can do. We were inseparable, but so different. I wish I could help you but I can’t. I just wish things could go back to the times where we were happy. I wish we could go back to “camera.”
IVYL
my camera is my best friend, it comes with me on every adventure and is practicly attached to my right arm. i wish i had a program in my brain where i could just blink and capture the picture i want!
My mother, since age sixteen has been into photography. I do sometimes thinks it’s odd, like when she freaks out about something that to me looks perfect; then again, I’m the one with writer’s block. I guess all crafts have their dragon.
Raven Vinnie
The camera, my eye to the world, captures his face in a grimace. Sadness fills my mind as I think about all of the sad pictures I have taken of him. Frustration and misery are in his eyes and I feel like crying.
M
i wish i had a camera. i want to take beautiul pictures for my family to see. i want to show everyone the beauty i see in the world simply by taking a picture. that is all. do people see this? hmm..
nancy
A camera is a device that captures memories and history. Albums are a way of storing events in our life. Make every day count.
a small portable device to be put in your anus to make it more reliving while excreting. it can also be used to take pictures of your dead grandma
ass tard
I saw him with he camera out of the corner of my eye. “Luke.” I whispered leaning in closer to him “Dont look now but we’re being filmed.”
“What?” luke asked
“I love you silly!” I giggled as Luke frowned at me
“I..I love you too.”
I leaned into him ” Look to your left. We’re being filmed.” Luke slowly turned his head.
“RUN!” He shouted as i leaped to my feet and ran with his hand locked into mine.
mee123
snap picture perfect color photo beautiful flash click sd card upload charge sony canon digital kiosk cool
abby
He looked at the camera. It was an antique, yet still in good condition. He raised his eyebrows and inspected it further. It spoke of another time, so far away and yet in comparison to the rest of Earth’s age, not that long ago at all. He reached out and took it in his hands, startled by its weight.
i have a camera, it is a nikon. i went to honduras and took pictures with it but it died so i couldn’t take that many. It’s a nice camera. I want an old camera. Like a nice one. Or maybe a polaroid. Anyhow. I like cameras.
Maddie
Something that can capture a moment like nothing else can. It can hold a memory better than a human’s mind. Something you want to use to remember the things you are unable to. A camera shows a person’s feelings when they’re least expected. Something you never want to lose, because you might lose your heart.
Alyssa
So many people are going through a camera phase, but how many of them really understand the art of using it? How many people can understand a photo beyond the subject matter.
VengefulSoup
A camera, not just any camera, a special camera. One his grandfather gave him many years ago. He stared at it as he drove over to the local pawn shop to sell it, but then he thought of his grandfather, and then turned around.
Ashley
this is the object i wish i could make a career out of. cameras are my passion – if i wasn’t pressured into going into business, i would make a living off of photography. I still use it as a hobby. I wish it could be my life.
S.C
I love my camera, its amazing how much you can love an object. It alouds me to do stuff I cant do by my own, it changes the way I see the world, every day.
Gabriela
It was easy to reach out and touch the clouds as they rushed by the plane, easy to take in the breathtaking views that had already passed by. They were all right there on the screen, cataloged forever on her card– but most importantly, forever cataloged in her heart.
i love photography and i really think that i want to have a career in journalism using my own pictures. my camera lets me express myself in my own way. i love it
A flash, a click. A moment in time. Captured, forever. Like eternity. Only for a second. Just one second. Forever. Till the end of time. If the end of time exists.
I wish cameras could see what my eyes see. And I wish cameras weren’t so expensive. I am thankful that cameras were invented because images are my favorite thing in the whole world. They are like candy to me. I can’t collect enough of them. I have an old camera that is all manual and it broke a while back. I haven’t got a new camera since. It seems everyone is a photographer now. But that’s ok.
I’ve got a camera in my mind,
with an infinite memory card.
Holding onto all the good
and the bad.
i like camerA’S THEY HELP take photos and make for good ornaments. you can get degrees in photography and design and most you girls think having a camera makes you a photographer. you can also own a video camera to create vlogs on yutube
A camera catches memories, and helps us to remember them. It allows us to reminis on the past. Helping our memories to never be forgotten and always be one shot away. No matter how long ago the picture was taken its always present to us. Thank You Cameras!!
cam-ee-ra and give me a kiss.
Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer. Flock around us, snapclickflash, paparazzi. We make things happen, make things memorable. Dizzy and disorientated, if you don’t remember at first, the pictures will jog reluctant memories.
I have several cameras. Each one holds different pictures from different times of my life. My disposable cameras, with 8th grade pictures. My digital cameras with high school memories of times in Walmart, and videos of us rapping. We were amazing. Now my big time camera, I love you and you’ve captures my college years, the best times of my life.
Real life is distorted by a camera lens. The world is a portrait that needs framing.
Taking, collecting images; is this the same thing? Our memories are stored as a collection of photographs which evoke sensory recollection….lord am I ranting/ Yes clearly.
Ah, the camera. One of the most loved and feared device.
We were alone, i needed to take some pictures but we colud not found out hoy does it works. Instad of taína pictures, we went to the zoo.
Camera action behind the plywood walls of the 4th floor rental unit studio, director wearing skinny jeans and too-thick glasses, licking his lips between muttered commands, eyes too eager. She’s wondering if anyone can hear, but mostly, more than anything, she’s wondering, what am I and this camera doing here?
cameras are used to take pictures of you, your friends, and your family cameras can make movies and make pornos in your basement I enjoy cameras but I use my phone instead of my camera because my phone is better than a camera bitches, beat that.
When i take pictures I feel complete. Like I’ll be able to look back someday and see that my life had been fun and exciting. I have very few from my childhood, it’s almost like it didn’t happen. There’s a void from that time because my mom was working so much and there was never any time for pictures.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. You snap a photo and it captures a moment, a moment you can further analyze. Something that may not stay in your memory so clearly is engrained somewhere forever. I want a camera.
camera camera snap snap take those pics love the color instagram watch the distance change is it ever how it looks to you in real life or is it better? love the senior pictures gotta learn how to do that want to be a pro love it macro was always so fun and it is a great hobby and a way to capture beauty in the world it really is amazing photography is the best
A camera takes pictures. It records memorable events that shape our lives. The camera can express what words can not. Cameras come in different colors, shapes, etc. Instead of drawing, you could use a camera.
to take pictures of moments so you can capture memories. to look back and remember and recollect on moments to sherish. to remmeber people. a time capsule. when you look pretty you want to see how you look. to show off.
It’s said that when a person dies, their life flashes before their eyes. The same is also true when a person dies in their heart. A stumble or a trip and all the snapshots and memories of who we were fling from our clumsy hands and drift slowly to the ground. And we pause, prostrate in the mud, and gaze around us at the moments frozen in the little squares and rectangles. We watch the colors blur and the images wash away as moisture seeps into the paper. Then hot tears streak down our stone faces because not only are the old feelings and memories fading, but we realize they never mattered. Not to us, not to any one. The camera shattered against the rocks when we fell, and there is no longer any reason to pick ourselves up. Face down in the mud, darkness swallows us.
Her camera flashed once, twice, thrice. The pictures were taken and no one could take them back. That was the beauty of it, they were already in the world. These people could kill her, torture her, hurt her till she screamed and screamed, but they would already be out in the world. It was too late for them and they know it. She smirked at them, at their open, frightened, confused faces. It was worth it. She might as well be dead now, but it was worth it.
Another milestone, another photo op to be placed in the album chronicling the story of our life. Memories frozen in time? More like reminders of of how much things have changed, or, perhaps, how much they haven’t changed. I guess it depends on what lens you look through.
So many inside jokes and memories, so many happy times just out the door. I’m losing you, and there is nothing I can do. We were inseparable, but so different. I wish I could help you but I can’t. I just wish things could go back to the times where we were happy. I wish we could go back to “camera.”
my camera is my best friend, it comes with me on every adventure and is practicly attached to my right arm. i wish i had a program in my brain where i could just blink and capture the picture i want!
My mother, since age sixteen has been into photography. I do sometimes thinks it’s odd, like when she freaks out about something that to me looks perfect; then again, I’m the one with writer’s block. I guess all crafts have their dragon.
The camera, my eye to the world, captures his face in a grimace. Sadness fills my mind as I think about all of the sad pictures I have taken of him. Frustration and misery are in his eyes and I feel like crying.
i wish i had a camera. i want to take beautiul pictures for my family to see. i want to show everyone the beauty i see in the world simply by taking a picture. that is all. do people see this? hmm..
A camera is a device that captures memories and history. Albums are a way of storing events in our life. Make every day count.
a small portable device to be put in your anus to make it more reliving while excreting. it can also be used to take pictures of your dead grandma
I saw him with he camera out of the corner of my eye. “Luke.” I whispered leaning in closer to him “Dont look now but we’re being filmed.”
“What?” luke asked
“I love you silly!” I giggled as Luke frowned at me
“I..I love you too.”
I leaned into him ” Look to your left. We’re being filmed.” Luke slowly turned his head.
“RUN!” He shouted as i leaped to my feet and ran with his hand locked into mine.
snap picture perfect color photo beautiful flash click sd card upload charge sony canon digital kiosk cool
He looked at the camera. It was an antique, yet still in good condition. He raised his eyebrows and inspected it further. It spoke of another time, so far away and yet in comparison to the rest of Earth’s age, not that long ago at all. He reached out and took it in his hands, startled by its weight.
i have a camera, it is a nikon. i went to honduras and took pictures with it but it died so i couldn’t take that many. It’s a nice camera. I want an old camera. Like a nice one. Or maybe a polaroid. Anyhow. I like cameras.
Something that can capture a moment like nothing else can. It can hold a memory better than a human’s mind. Something you want to use to remember the things you are unable to. A camera shows a person’s feelings when they’re least expected. Something you never want to lose, because you might lose your heart.
So many people are going through a camera phase, but how many of them really understand the art of using it? How many people can understand a photo beyond the subject matter.
A camera, not just any camera, a special camera. One his grandfather gave him many years ago. He stared at it as he drove over to the local pawn shop to sell it, but then he thought of his grandfather, and then turned around.
this is the object i wish i could make a career out of. cameras are my passion – if i wasn’t pressured into going into business, i would make a living off of photography. I still use it as a hobby. I wish it could be my life.
I love my camera, its amazing how much you can love an object. It alouds me to do stuff I cant do by my own, it changes the way I see the world, every day.
It was easy to reach out and touch the clouds as they rushed by the plane, easy to take in the breathtaking views that had already passed by. They were all right there on the screen, cataloged forever on her card– but most importantly, forever cataloged in her heart.