He had already started taking photographs of ordinary scenes and the objects in them, but whose true subject matter was the moment in which they were taken, when he had a sort of half-dream which explained them further. He had been dozing on a bus in the pre-dawn and he saw a pair of hands holding a thick stack of printed photographs not much larger than playing cards and displaying them one by one, each being held up for a few seconds, after which the uppermost one was slid aside and moved to the bottom. He was not the owner of the hands but was only the seeing mind to whom they were being shown. As each new card was revealed the awareness of the picture became the awareness in the picture, the mind came to itself by way of the features of the picture. The "I" was the life in the picture for a few moments, then came back to the act of seeing only a rectangle of paper held before a pair of eyes. Mind was nothing in itself and hence could animate each scene purely by way of the external relations of features which in this way acquired an inwardness which manifested it, mind. It was a little like the way that a set of sounds and their relationships in time are heard only as an expressive musical phrase, inhabited by feeling, which is instantly abolished to give way to another. The return was not to the things, but to the nature of mind, more evident in dream than waking.