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kingjaffejoffer

Check out the zoom on a Nikon P900 camera.

reibeibei

In love……

vibesygal

I remember when I had this camera and the zoom shots were the best shots

tsoki

I thought this was fucking fake but ?????

what in gods name ……….

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APPARENTLY THEY CAN ZOOM INTO SATURN TOO WITH THIS THING????

scaliefox

I thought it was going to be hilariously expensive, but oddly it’s only $600 (not much more than my Rebel T3 kit that was $450)

http://www.nikonusa.com/en/nikon-products/product/compact-digital-cameras/coolpix-p900.html

The lens is apparently equivalent to 2000mm telephoto.

hzs-modblog

What can the macro lens do?

ghostymcspooky-blog

WHAT THE FUCK

krykky

I have a Nikon Coolpix L820, and I use it to play voyeur with insects.

lizthefangirl

I GOT THAT COOLPIX TOO DAWG

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i’m buying this tomorrow

jahmocha

This is too much power for a single human being to wield….

my-lovely-dreams

Flowers

my-lovely-dreams

Autumn

hellanne

just-shower-thoughts

My will to stay alive in games is stronger than it is in real life.

santthan

drunkenphys

There's something satisfying about blurry photos that I can't quite put my finger on

fyeahstick-n-poke

All I want for Christmas is to be held closely and be told that everything’s going to be okay

drewwilsonphoto

The sunset started to flirt through my bedroom window, so I ran to the rooftop to catch a glimpse. Just a sneak peak of something tangerine sweet. She got bold. She got vibrant. She waved on her flags of emotion for nearly an hour. Watching her walk away was almost as hard as trying to catch her coming. The further she went the emptier the green glass bottle got. The more I begged her to wait the less she stayed. But I’m growing stronger this way. I’ll wait just another day.

buzzed on champagne & glued to my rooftop (via drewwilsonphoto)

josiahkelevra

f0r-you

(f0r-you)

naturaekos

The best advice I’ve ever received: ‘no one else knows what they are doing either.’

Charles Bukowski

(via naturaekos)

Glad to know I'm not the only one

huskcherry

blackcvrds

you: panic! at the disco

me, an intellectual: feelings of discomfort and anxiety! whilst attending the discotheque

leatherbounddiaries

7 Reasons Why It’s Hard Being a Poet

1. We are critical. We find flaws in everything we see because nobody wants to write about perfection, even though sometimes we wish we could just stay staring into that unblemished surface. 2. We are never satisfied. We live our lives upon mountains of scrunched up bits of refill and ideas we gave up trying to express. 3. We never forget. We write words about eye contact made three months ago that we replay over and over in our minds even though it stopped being relevant. 4. We are fickle. Our emotions flash from one to the other like strobe lighting that disorientates us until we feel as if the world will never be still. 5. We are exposed. We don’t know how to keep our feelings to ourselves so we’ll write them down for you to find ‘accidentally’. 6. We are vulnerable. We wear our hearts on our sleeves and won’t lift a muscle to fight back if somebody tries to break it because we thrive from the pain. 7. We will never stop. We will never stop feeling and we will never stop hurting, we will never stop breaking and bleeding and loving even though the cycle is endless and we know what’s coming next. We are addicted to agony, but we agonise for the art.