Camera, camera By my eye, Snatch the seconds slipping by. For deeds are done, And there they stay. Today is tomorrow's yesterday. When Ty Brady and his daughter move into his family's old house, he finds this poem penned by his late father, within the yellowed pages of an old photo album. Upon thumbing through the book's photographs Ty begins to realize that, in addition to his father's epilepsy, he has also inherited a paranormal ability. The same stimulus, which without medication triggers Ty's seizures, also allows him to photograph the invisible imprints left behind by traumatic events....