My mother in law is drifting in and out on a sunny afternoon. In and out of wakefulness, in and out of our commonly held plane of reality, in and out of her chronological age. For a few minutes As she dozes I can pay attention to something besides her, but I can’t go anywhere. The Sunday paper is too full of the woes of the world. Angry Birds are too frivolous and violent. The irises that the neighbors have brought over from their garden are glowing in the afternoon sunlight, and the teens are playing basketball in the cul-de-sac outside. My iPad has a camera that gives me new perspectives. I tap the screen. This moment is caught in pixels.