when i was in 2nd or 3rd grade, we lived at oscoda air force base near lake huron in michigan. all my parents' friends did archery -- lessons, tournaments, even deer hunting(!). we took lessons while we lived there, which i really enjoyed. your description of the women in the process of making a shot made me remember how much i liked the slow-mo-ness of archery. such concentration.

a vivid archery memory (impression?) from that time in my life: the day after tournaments or for-fun archery get togethers all the (novice?) archers had bruised inner elbows/forearms, from the bow string snapping against their skin when they let their shot(s) go.

sounds like an amazing exhibit.