Fahrenheit 451 - Speed
“I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly,” she said. “If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he’d say, thats grass! A pink blur! Thats a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn’t that funny, and sad, too?”
This picture is made of two images, the road and a speedometer. I took the picture of the road by zooming out, setting the shutter speed to 0.8 seconds, and zooming in while the shutter was open.