The video didn't start with a face. It started with the sound of wind—a low, rhythmic thrumming against a microphone. The image was shaky, the high-contrast sunlight of a late July afternoon washing out the colors. It was a view from a moving car, the camera pointed out the passenger side window at a blur of golden wheat fields.
A hand entered the frame. It was small, a child’s hand, reaching out to "surf" the wind. h01006443.mp4
The "h" in the filename likely stood for Home , and the string of numbers was just a timestamp of a Tuesday that meant nothing to history but everything to the person holding the camera. The video didn't start with a face