#shutter

I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#camera #i #i am #open #passive

Opening day. All you have to do is say the words and you feel the shutters thrown wide, the room air out, the light pour in. In baseball, no other day is so pure with possibility. No scores yet, no losses, no blame or disappointment. No hangover, at least until the game's over. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#baseball #blame #day #disappointment #feel

In my photographs it is apparent that there was no posing at the moment I released the shutter. ↗

— Jerzy Kosinski

#i #moment #photographs #posing #released

I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks. ↗

— Audrey Tautou

#comes #down #driving #hate #having

Look and think before opening the shutter. The heart and mind are the true lens of the camera. ↗

— Yousuf Karsh

#camera #heart #lens #look #mind

The oyster was an animal worthy of New Orleans, as mysterious and private and beautiful as the city itself. If one could accept that oysters build their houses out of their lives, one could imagine the same of New Orleans, whose houses were similarly and resolutely shuttered against an outside world that could never be trusted to show proper sensitivity toward the oozing delicacies within. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#new-orleans #oysters #shutters #beauty

So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#behind #big #could #fence #go

Photographs aren't accounts of scrutiny. The shutter is open for a fraction of a second. ↗

— David Hockney

#fraction #open #photographs #scrutiny #second

Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me. ↗

— Camille Claudel

#force #get #his #his way #i

They had certainly exasperated them, and could not disperse them, as after every charge - and some of these drove the people right against the shutters in the shops in the Strand - they returned again. ↗

— Walter Crane

#again #against #certainly #charge #could