As a boy, I was fascinated by speed, the wild
range of speeds in the world around me. People moved
at different speeds; animals much more so. The wings of
insects moved too fast to see, though one could judge
their frequency by the tone they emitted — a hateful noise,
a high E, with mosquitoes, or a lovely bass hum
with the fat bumblebees that flew around the hollyhocks each
summer. Our pet tortoise, which could take an entire day
to cross the lawn, seemed to live in a different
time frame altogether. These experiences helped turn me to photography.
Paraphrases from the article “Speed” by Oliver Sacks.