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An Invitation to the Dance

An Invitation to the Dance

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Published by: Lisa M Harrison on Feb 24, 2012
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Home Counties, UK – Winter 2006

On another visit down to the exquisite Buckinghamshire
countryside whilst we were house sitting for a friend, I had
a remarkable and successful experience with my camera, taking
pictures of ‘invisible’ things out of the bedroom window.
Let me explain: Annie and I had a bedroom overlooking the
gravelled driveway in front of the house. To the left was another
building, which was used as a garage and above this was a games
room. We had done some minor research on the photographing of
what had become known as ‘Orbs’; small balls of light that appear
after the photograph has been taken using an electronic, digital
camera. Before the moment of capture, there appears to be nothing
there, except apparently empty space. As there is little, if any, light
pollution around the house, Annie and I thought we would experiment
when we retired for the night.
I had my own technique: before I actually took the photo I would
‘speak to the universe’ and ask it to allow my camera to ‘see’ something
and to be able to ‘record’ it. Pointing the camera out of the window,
without really thinking about where it was directed, I repeatedly
snapped away until I believed I had captured something. Reviewing
my work in the small LCD window at the back of the camera we were
absolutely amazed to see a whole spectrum of illuminated balls of
varying sizes and distances showing up. There was a peculiar quality

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to the light of each ball and one could see a distinct rim encircling
many of them, whilst others had detailed lines and patterns making
up their surface. We carried on snapping away recording these elusive
orbs, until finally they seemed to stop registering. Or maybe they just
went away.

On the following night, I thought I would conduct a different
experiment. This time I pointed the camera towards the night sky to
see what might be recorded. Using the same technique of ‘requesting’
something to appear and to be captured by the camera, I nonchalantly
directed the camera skyward without even looking, my face turned
backwards at Annie as she stood behind me in the bedroom. I must
have pressed the button on the camera ten times and then stopped.
Reviewing all the pictures carefully, disappointedly we found
absolutely nothing. We both had a sense that ‘something’ was out
there, so I carried on. Snap, snap, snap. I must have taken about
another ten again. But this time the results were different. Right
there, in the dead centre of picture number seven was a UFO. If you
can imagine two balls of light, connected with a bar of light, then you
might be able to picture what the UFO looked like. It wasn’t vague,
it wasn’t debatable, it was clear and pronounced, and it was most
definitely a solid-looking object. The only thing was though, although
we were not sure if it was there when I took the photograph – because
neither of us was looking out of the window at the time – there was
absolutely nothing there now. With great excitement, I began again.
Snap, snap, snap. Once more, on a picture towards the end of my
picture taking was an object; it wasn’t just an unexplainable light, it
was another UFO, but this time it was a very recognizable and classic
shaped one.

I had to use the focus tool on the camera this time to bring the
object clearer into view, but there it was, a classic ‘saucer-shaped’
disc. We couldn’t believe our luck. We both wondered though, did
we ‘invite them’ to appear for the camera or were they ‘just passing’
and we were fortunate enough to photograph them at just the right
moment? I guess we’ll never know. But it is nice to get these photos
out now and again and relive the moment.

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“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door.
Only this, and nothing more.”

Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

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