The Owls Are Not What They Seem (2011)

Alternating bursts of light illuminating trees from within their canopies.  Fragments of motion suspended as phosphene silhouettes burned against retinas.  The persistence of vision and the animation of shadows, moving in waves against a darkening night sky.  More than just the rustling of leaves, the crickets are silenced; a machine is incessantly churning somewhere out of sight, its drone hanging heavy like the fog rolling in off the sea.