I admit to a certain morbid fascination with the Trinity test and the entire Manhattan Project preceding it, though I'm kinda sorta ashamed to admit this. I suppose it's my inner 12-yr. old's obsession with things-that-go-boom and my adult realization that everything, absolutely everything in the world, changed at approximately 5:30 a. m. New Mexico time, July 16, 1945.
For my own amusement (and yours, too, perhaps) I scoured the web and storyboarded the following images:
Those singularly weird-ass pictures (3, 4, 5, and 6) were taken by Harold Edgerton with a series of automatic cameras situated 7 miles from the blast--shutter speed was the equivalent of 1/100,000,000 sec.
I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
