I 'captured' this image last evening as it was running away into the night. I aimed my photon retractor at it, forced it to stop mid-retreat, and be stuffed into the sealed box I had mounted on my tripod. I could sense its analog anxiety as I rewound it's prison medium and brought it to the waiting chemical baths that would disclose its secrets. Beyond resistance, though, it docilely succumbed to the temperate 70 degree liquids that passed over it. Perhaps grudgingly, who can know, it revealed the latent negative image that I had not been certain of until it emerged from the final wash. But, dried and separated from its fellow negatives, it now underwent transformation! The scanner's photons made their peaceful passage that made positive pixels prevail. The image felt a quiver of pleasure as its newborn pixels were massaged just a little bit in photoshop. So, this is the result of its capture, the middle passage, and ultimate residence here.