Something dark and sinister buzzes our neighborhood at supersonic speeds. I won't hear the roar of its passing for another ten or twenty seconds, but I happen to have my camera out, preparing to snap a squirrel in the backyard, when I most serendipitously embroil myself in things our government doesn't want us to know. This Lockheed-model stealth jet, unknown to even the president, is performing furtive fly-bys over Northampton, but why?
This stupid moth has been sitting on my kitchen window all day. Not that I begrudge him his spot, I just have to wonder what's so good about it. Why not three inches to the right? As I examine him more closely, I notice details I had previously overlooked: the vein-like patterns under his wings, his pointed nose, his bulging black eyes on either side, which resemble air intakes on a Harrier jet. And I am brought back to my childhood, when my brothers and I collected die-cast metal planes, and thanks to this I still know the word Harrier. Hoping to share the interesting bug with others, I fetch my camera and completely fail to obtain a quality shot. The result is interesting in other ways though...
You can easily decide which of the three stories above is the truth behind the photo. But I found the relative perspective intriguing.
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