Mummies swing toward us. Gnarled hands caress smooth skin. A crow turns its head in surprise.  "I have an identification with the crow, because it's a scavenger," Cecelia Condit tells me.  She describes herself as a collector of images. "I'm driving down the road and I see a man digging a grave. So I stop and ask if I can film him. If they're not my stories, they're other people's and I connect with them."