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Lynn Taylor, UFO Field Investigator
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Bloomington, Indiana 3 FEB 98 (Wed.) On the way back home, I couldn't help thinking about how John was going to feel when he learned he had just missed the main event of the evening. With any luck, we might get a second chance. The next day, I phoned John to brief him on what had transpired after I dropped him off the night before. His reaction was immediate; "We've got to go back up there tonight! I agreed, and when he rolled into my driveway, just after 10:30 that evening, we made a bee line for Martinsville. On the way up I was making a bet with myself; "No way this is going to happen two nights in a roll." I thought, " We can't be that lucky." We could see the glow from the street lights, as we neared the city limits from the south. John was looking off to the east when he detected several illuminated objects flying north-west, directly toward Martinsville. Moving quickly, they were soon out of view as we struggled to keep up. We reached the city limits, then turned down the darkened stretch of gravel road to a wide turnaround at the end. As the van pulled to a stop, we turned our attention toward town. Before we could speak a word, a brilliant flickering ball of light appeared out of nowhere, and hovered motionless near one of the towers on the north side of town. It was soon joined by another, then another, until the sky over Martinsville was crowned by twelve glittering jewels of light. We watched as some remained motionless, while being crisscrossed by others. The objects continued their aerial ballet for another twenty minutes before moving northwest toward White River, and eventually on to Mooresville, further north, and out of view. "Okay," I said, "Let's see what they're up to." We loaded up and headed over to State Road 67N, which parallels the west bank of the White River. we were passing a row of fishing shacks on the river bank when we caught sight of first one object, then another. Finally, five objects could be seen. Two were straight ahead of us, while three were over the river bottom to our right, and all were moving north. "We need to get closer." John declared. "We've got to get some decent video of these guys." We were beginning to gain ground when an open area with a wide spot appeared up ahead. I quickly pulled over and shut the engine down. |
One of the two objects over the roadway continued on, while the other joined the three objects over the river bottom, who by now, seemed to be almost stationary, giving us our best chance to document the event. I loaded a new roll of film into my Canon 35mm while John began video taping with his Canon 8mm. While we were busy on the ground, small jet planes began to circle closer and closer to the stationary objects. One of the planes turned and flew low and directly over our position. That was about the time the four objects dimmed down and scattered in different directions. We watched one go straight up, while another headed east. The remaining two turned northwest, toward Mooresville, so we decided to tag along. We had just reached the south edge of Mooresville when we lost the two objects at a stop light. From where we sat, it looked as though they were beating a path to Indianapolis. We turned around and went back to the south end of Martinsville, where we took up our previous position. As we drove down the gravel road, we could see eight objects that had reappeared over the town. By the time we reached the turnaround at the far end, there were twelve again. Of course, then came the military jets, and the whole scene started over again. Some objects blinked out, while others moved toward the surrounding hills, where they continued there peculiar ritual of cross patterns. It was two in the morning, and by now, we were experiencing sensory overload. Out of film. Out of tape. Time to call it a night. There was one rather curious post script; When I had my film developed, it was blank, as if it had never been exposed. My 35mm Canon is one of those "idiot proof" cameras. You know; auto-everything. It even has an automatic lens cover. There's no way to screw up a roll of film, it simply won't allow it. So what could have happened? If the film had been exposed to a burst of X-radiation, it would have been dark, not clear. I am not a photographic expert, but I have to wonder if there is some type of energy burst that could essentially, render the photo-reactive coating non-reactive. In that case, the film could not turn dark, as it normally would, to light exposure. I would welcome any possible explanations on this phenomenon, or if anyone has had a similar experience with film, please drop me a line. Lynn Taylor, Association for Aerial Anomaly Research and Cataloging (AAARC) |
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