The Camera

Inside the dining hall

Now everybody has a camera in their pocket 24/7. But I still like to go places with my big camera strapped around my neck. It protects me from a lot of small talk, which I’m not good at. I can wander around quietly, invisibly, and snap shots of things that catch my eye. I do like to participate, not only observe. However, I love looking at things through that  viewfinder, that lens, that particular focus.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “the camera” or on some topic suggested by the photo.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

10 thoughts on “The Camera”

  1. I’m reminded of the first time I saw you assemble a camera onto a tri-pod. The agility of your movements and the confidence with which you handled the equipment, turned me on to no end. That was only half it. You took command of what you wanted that camera to do and how you wanted it to do it. I wanted to be a part of the inner working of your mind. The care and attention you demonstrated for your craft made me think you’d give me the same sense of importance. Maybe I wasn’t as beautiful or interesting as the camera. The subject matter became bleak. I lost your focus.

  2. The little girl looked closely at the camera. How does it capture an image? She was very inquisitive. Carefully she picked up the camera. Small parts were removed one by one. Her mother walked into the room and the look on mom’s face was worthy of a picture. Too bad the camera was in pieces.

  3. Irina set up the video camera on the tripod and proceeded to sit in the armchair that was facing it. She had donned the dress her husband loved on her, put her scant dark brown hair in the chignon-style fashion he liked and applied the earth-toned makeup that would disguise her sallow complexion. She wanted to look beautiful for him—at least this last time.

    Irina tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths and smoothing the front of her dress. Classical music wafted from the CD player on the nearby bookcase. It was Bach—her favorite. She turned her head slightly to the end table on her left and glanced at her husband’s .38 Special revolver she had placed there.

    Irina had made sure that it was not within the range of being captured by the video camera lens. She then extended her right arm in the direction of the camera, and pressed the “Record” button on the remote with a trembling hand.

  4. Elizabeth had her black Nikon camera surgically attached to her hand.

    Well, not really, but she was never without it. Whether she was holding it, had it hanging around her neck on a thick, gray strap, or tucked into her black side bag, Elizabeth always had that damn camera. She took pictures of everything: animals to people, sunrises to sunsets, buildings, landscapes. She viewed the world through the camera, almost as if it were an extension of her eyes.

    I used to hate that camera, because she loved it more than me.

    But in the end, the camera was a blessing in disguise, for through Elizabeth’s photography, we finally found out the secret.

    We finally found out who killed Jeffrey.

  5. He was fond of photography.
    That was an understatement.
    Despite all the chores he did, despite a nagging wife forever attached to his elbow, grandchildren hanging around his neck, like so many albatrosses, he managed to fulfil his hobby.
    He would carry his trustworthy sony everywhere.
    To museums, holy places, family picnics, even at home, when his grandchildren walked, talked, ate , sang , he was busy filming them, That to him was the ultimate prize, to catch fleeting moments of innocence and joy , in a life full of care and strife.

  6. It’s a love for, and the protection of seeing the world in a particular way; Through the filters, lens and institution of a camera. We’re all trying to see how it all can make sense, aren’t we all?

  7. The camera is everywhere. Sometimes I wonder about cameras and the individuals behind them. We all seem to be attached to our cameras in a good way. Significant memories are recorded by the camera, and this enhances lives. My camera is a great tool; it reveals the stories of life.

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