Bad synchronization has placed the top half of Fat Boy's atomic bloom at frame bottom, and the clipped base of the explosion at top of the frame. In between is the ground, the glassy place where the sand is green now, after the hard work of the fiery blast. That ground is what the place between pictures is always like; after the light has done its burning work, the frame becomes fixed and unbreakable. Companies go to work with a toxic stream of rushing, time-based chemicals to make the black into light, but even this wash can't break through the green fused glass that breaks in two the place where the frames meet.