reverberation opiate of motion field hands of shadows of wings flickering like slats on midwest fields clumps of forest |
"When an object appears in that square, it is lined up for its picture. As the scientist of the future moves about the laboratory or the field, every time he looks at something worthy of the record, he trips the shutter and in it goes, without even an audible click. Is this all fantastic? The only fantastic thing about it is the idea of making as many pictures as would result from its use." (Vanevar Bush) |