It is that time of year, here in the Susquehanna Valley, when crops begin to emerge from the dark soils of the river bottoms. Rows of corn have always seemed to catch my eye particularly … while driving. The rows advance, rush through my line of sight, and retreat. Each comes into perfect focus for just an instant as it flashes past. If I concentrate, I am aware that my brain plays tricks with images (of the rapidly advancing and retreating rows) in my peripheral vision. These appear to flicker on either side of my line of sight, just as I remember frames of movie film used to when my father would trip the switch to start the movie projector. I can still see in my mind’s eye the flickering frames of film dancing an accelerated quick step across the white screen in the days when our family would gather, with much excitement, to watch home movies.