Slow Motion Video Quotes

It was a day like a slow-motion video of twilight. Uneventful, to put it mildly. The lead gray of the sky mixed ever so slowly with black, finally blending into night. Just another quality of melancholy. As if there were only two colors in the world, gray and black, shifting back and forth at regular intervals.

The cup flew out of my hands and my God was it beautiful. I wish the Planet Earth video crew were there to film it at 100 frames per second so that we could watch it again at super slow motion in all of it’s glory.

Being upright has another disadvantage: when running, we lost the use of our spines as stride-extending springs. Watch a slow-motion video of a greyhound or a cheetah galloping. When it lands on its back legs, its hind paws land below the shoulders as its long, flexible spine curves like a powerful bow, storing elastic energy. Then as the animal’s hind limbs push off, the spine rapidly unbends, releasing elastic energy to help catapult it into the air and increase its stride length.11 Our short, little upright spines do nothing to help us run faster, but instead struggle to keep our inherently tippy upper bodies stable while also dampening the shock wave that travels from the foot up to the head every time we hit the ground.12

and talked about sports and weapons before the morning briefings, their camaraderie interrupted only by the occasional locker-room prank. It was home, and Josh had to admit that he had missed it, although the conference was rewarding in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Knowing he was part of a larger community of chief analysts, people who shared the same life experiences as him, people who had the same problems and fears as he did, was surprisingly comforting. In Jakarta, he was head of analysis, he had a team that worked for him, and he answered only to the station chief; but he had no real peers, no one to really talk to. Intelligence work was a lonely profession, especially for the people in charge. It had certainly taken its toll on some of his old friends. Many had aged well beyond their years. Others had become hardened and distant. After seeing them, Josh had wondered if he would end up that way. Everything had a price, but he believed in the work they were doing. No job was perfect. As his thoughts drifted back from the conference, he realized the elevator should have opened by now. When he turned his head to look around, the elevator lights blurred, like a video in slow motion. His body felt heavy.

Now the tires screeched in protest as Bruce hit another sharp turn. "I heard that," said Alfred Pennyworth from the car's live video touch screen. He gave Bruce a withering look. "A bit slower on the turns, Master Wayne." "Aston Martins weren't made for slow turns, Alfred." "They weren't made to be wrecked, either." Bruce smiled sidelong at his guardian. The setting sun glinted off his aviator glasses as he turned the car back in the direction of Gotham City's skyscrapers. "No faith in me at all, Alfred," he said lightly. "You're the one who taught me how to drive in the first place." "And did I teach you to drive like a demon possessed?" "A demon possessed with skills, Bruce clarified. He spun the steering wheel in a smooth motion.