Ophelia nods. First fishing the canister from her pocket, she withdraws a little roll of developed film and deftly unrolls it -- when she holds it to the light, the pictures shine in stark contrast, semi-translucent and somehow ethereal. Pictures of the family chicken pecking at the morning feed, of an egret with one long, dark leg raised above the water, of the bright flash of a kingfisher with its wings a-blur.