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It was a sunny Saturday winter morning, and shafts of sunlight were shining through the windows of my late 19th century Queen Anne Victorian house in North Judson, Indiana. I lit a stick of incense in the sun and let the smoke waft in the still air. Seeing the pleasant smoothness of the smoke in the still air, I got out my Nikon D80 with the idea of testing the limits of the camera's autofocus capabilities. Would it be able to grab onto the delicacy of the wisps of smoke, and ignore the solid wall a foot away?

The shafts of light lasted for just a few minutes, but I was quite impressed with the camera's performance. Reviewing the images, this one caught my eye. In the upper right hand corner the smoke formed what looked to me like the profile of a woman's face, her her hair billowing as if blown by a wind pulled toward the sunlight. Unfortunately the top of her face was cut off; and nothing similar appeared in any of the other images.