© irene waters 2015
Eyes
© irene waters 2015
unblinking
© irene waters 2016
knowledge of eyes that cannot see
© irene waters 2016
the culprit’s eyes
© irene waters 2014
porky eyes and not because they lied
© irene waters 2016
beady eyes
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wise, old man eyes
© irene waters 2015
red eyes
© irene waters 2015
preserved eye
© irene waters 2016
sprouts from the eye of a potato
© irene waters 2015
the optical telescope allowing sights not visible to the naked eye
© irene waters 2015
the modern eye showing what is seen by each eye when wearing the 3D goggles
© irene waters 2016
and not an eye at all but whenever I look at this photo an eye is what I see complete with iris, pupil and eyelashes.
In response to Paula’s Thursday’s Special
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Wow, Irene. I am so glad you made the effort of compiling this wonderful post today. I can see that no. 1 (and 2 of course) is related to you – the same beautiful shade of blue in her non-blinkers :D. I appreciate the entire collection which I never expected to be so extensive and original, but the last one, the last one is an amazing response to the theme. I hope you agree with me when I say it is my favourite. Thank you.
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I do agree with you. I think it is a great photo and it always make me think of an eye whenever I look at it although of course it has nothing to do with eyes at all.
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What a collection of eyes. That last one is rather incredible – a composite eye – gorgeous.
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Thanks Sharon. i love that last one also.
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Eyes completely creep me out. In photos like this, I mean. I don’t have an eye phobia. 🙂 That last picture really does look like an eye.
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I remeber playing with a fish eye at dinner unaware that one of my dinner companions was totally creeped by eyes. Thanks for the warning (just in case we ever meet for fish and chips).
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I’d love to meet for fish and chips! Or tea or whatever. (Except I’m rethinking that now…playing with eyes… Hmm.)
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