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JW

Just wondering —

Why can I see fireflies blinking but not capture them on my phone?

I took about 4 minutes of video on my phone the other night, but when I rewatched it, I couldn’t see the fireflies!

Here’s are two screenshots, fractions of a second apart. Can you spot the difference?

It is so infinitesimally small.

Miniscule.

But I saw it.

Again.

And again.

I watched them out my window, marveling at the ability of an insect manufacturing light.

It’s pretty amazing.

One of my “JW”s – – the many things I just wonder about.

I wrote a poem the night when I was watching fireflies.

I tried repeatedly
Admittedly defeatedly
To capture the light
Of a firefly’s blink

And though you can’t see them there
Their light exists, I swear!
The problem’s not the fireflies —
It’s my camera, I think!


This post is in response to Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: Acronyms.

The writing is not totally stream of consciousness. I wrote the poem several nights ago.

But I really do wonder about a lot of things — in an SoC way.

6 thoughts on “JW

    1. I love watching the fireflies! I took a video and both of those shots are frames from the video. They are tiny fractions of a second apart. One of them — the second — has the faintest bit of light from a firefly.

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