What is "foreshortened"

Usage examples of "foreshortened".

Prenton had a foreshortened view of his Apsaras going ahead, while Holt stopped to check around the set.

He saw all these foreshortened ships rolling considerably and fighting their guns over a sea of huge low waves and under the cold, explicit light of dawn.

He saw little men on the deck of the Theodore Roosevelt below, men foreshortened in plan into mere heads and feet, running out preparing to shoot at the others.

He could see the dim, foreshortened silhouettes of Arrow Maker and Spinner, above and below him.

The plane was foreshortened, so that she stared across ridged lanes of gas toward the bulging, pregnant center.

Nelson’s big whorly head dips on its bright neck and his foreshortened hand, dots of pink, dabbles toward the spoon, wants to take it from her.

He seems foreshortened: this big head and a massive checkered sports coat and then stubby legs in blue trousers that are too long, so the crease buckles and zigzags above the shoes.

In the lower part of his vision the stone-walled cliff rises to his feet foreshortened to the narrowness of a knife.

He was still kicking, but both his legs were grotesquely foreshortened, taken off a few inches below the knee, the stumps protruding from the torn cuffs of his duck trousers.

The fog had condensed on the smooth leaves and had run down the slanted surface to gather in the trough-like depressions of the point where the foreshortened stems disappeared into the earth.

H'ani looked down between her feet and she saw them again, dwarfed by distance and foreshortened and misshapened by the overhead perspective.

From the outside window of the cab, he could see the foreshortened slits of light from the face of the block they were on and the checkerboard pattern of windows from the other sides of the square.

But far out on the curved screen of the Sea their monstrous foreshortened shadows had appeared, magnifying and exaggerating every movement.

It was too foreshortened, and too full of complex detail, to reward visual examination, and Norton scanned it only briefly.

So, with a sense of high expectation, I follow the pointing finger in the sky and look down on my parents' neighbourhood, upon bicycles, upon street‑vendors touting roasted gram in twists of paper, upon the hip‑jutting, hand‑holding street loafers, upon flying scraps of paper and little clustered whirlwinds of flies around the sweetmeat stalls… all of it foreshortened by my high‑in‑the‑sky point of view.