I was a professional photographer for just about four years. That is one of my duties was to be the department photographer. I got mean mouthed by a con in chains on the government plaza and ignited a man on the run in a ditch. During my one and only front page photo I experienced what I think is vertigo. An impelling animate urge. Back in the day I got to experience psychic photography, others and my own. I wish I had retained those other worldly graphics. Not that I am preaching the word just relating to the world at large.