observation

There isn't a single millimeter of space for me to squeeze into that back-and-forth unfolding right in front of me.

He was the kind of man you'd picture if you were painting your ideal.

I looked back over my shoulder and kept watching.

She gazed steadily at her child's face.

Looking pressed for time, she repeatedly stole glances at the wall clock.

She has a sharp eye, which makes her an excellent photographer.

She saw the shabby little cottage but didn't hurry past it.

She read the situation at a glance.

The impression she gives differs from one moment to the next.

Ryoko has this cute little compact face.

Bamboo stands out in the woods.

His face looked scary, but his voice was gentle and calm.

Tanaka's characteristic curly hair was bouncing behind her ears.

It's still too small for the naked eye. With binoculars, you might be able to make out a tiny bit...

I spotted him running away from that shop.

I spotted a boy running away from the classroom.

I knew it was her the moment I saw her.

The moment I saw her, I thought it was her.

She glanced around the inside of her room.

She looked around her.

She glanced at her watch and realized it was past five.

She described the scene there in detail.

She looked up at the tall tree.

I recognized Mary the moment I saw her.

They didn't notice the subtle differences.

This way feels more right.

I looked around.