Wherever the light moves, the gun moves with it.
Dr. Caspi likes the way the light moves across the rooms, an ever-changing art installation.
The light moves through the frame to six optical fibers that ring the middle of each lens.
The limestone walls were pockmarked, rain-streaked, and sun-bleached, and they varied in hue, from gray to yellow, as the light moved across them.
And since we're switching among the human, animal, and physical worlds, it seems fair to say that shadows in "Middle Cyclone" remain even when the light moves.
As if in a game, the light moved playfully with every step I took; each piece became a different version of itself.
Finally the light moved on, he was in darkness again, and — as if a spirit had held him aloft and suddenly let go — he sat down.
The muscled Moor, with nipple rings and gold eyes that pick up the light, moves with languorous ease when not practicing his kung fu-ish scimitar moves.
As the spotlight picks him out of the gloom, the audience sees a wide, irrepressible grin, but when the light moves away, Ellington's face instantly sags into immobility.
