Much like Prousts "A la recherche du temps perdue" Mekas's, it is a reflection on the years of his life past as seen through the eyes of a man who is perceiving his own death. Mekas beautifully edits together the scraps of film that fell to his cutting room floor while he was working on projects he "perceived" as important, not realizing that what was truly important were the details that he missed, that he left out in favor of the shot in focus, the shot in composition. He strings together these family films of his children, his wife, his friends, New York during a lightning storm, all while narrating the film from what seems to be "His Death Bed." It is an homage to life as much as it is a recognition that beauty lies in the places we least expect it and as we walk we may occasionally catch brief glimpses of it, if we are lucky enough to have our eyes that wide open.