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.

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Paraphrases from the article “Speed” by Oliver Sacks.

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