…FROM his shoulder Hiawatha
took the camera of rosewood,
made of sliding, folding rosewood;
neatly put it all together.
In its case it lay compactly,
folded into nearly nothing
but he opened out the hinges,
pushed and pulled the joints and hinges,
till it looked all squares and oblongs,
like a complicated figure
in the Second Book of Euclid.
This he perched upon a tripod-
crouched beneath its dusky cover-
stretched his hand, enforcing silence-
said, “Be motionless, I beg you!”
mystic, awful was the process…

Lewis Carroll