The U Turn 01:46

The Drive was selective, but not at all particular. Like the difference between focus and attention. Focus was deep not soft. Everything sharp, yet certain things were fitted into the frame only. Others left for another time. Rotated, cycled back again— as data, seductively Mined.

Like in cropping, not gold digging. The synonymous nature of farming and photography, or other plastic arts, and the necessary selection of what bytes would be planted in the field, of vision, this time. The ground must never be depleted. That is where she had made a mistake (another mistake). She blushed to think that she was such a native-tourist.

Riding in the Taxi, looking through her Canon for "good" shots, she had failed to understand focus and attention. She took them both, personally, partially.

On more careful consideration and reflection, she knew, like in a startled flash of realization of high beams, that the Drive did not!! Everything was worth the shot. It was rather a question of recognizing the right angle, and the right timing. Zooming in or out.

The Drive was looking beyond the lens— Mapping it all.