The Turning Point opens with a shot of a suburban early modernist house in North Dublin and its surroundings; the street, trees, cars, leaves on the ground. In the dark interior of the house, a man is lying on the bed watching the patterns of light on the ceiling caused by reflections on the cars passing outside. He gets up, listening to the traffic and walks to the window. As he opens the curtains, a car passes by and a solitary tree on the road rotates and spins around from the momentum of the car's passing. Momentarily, a spatial and temporal rapport occurs but one that is ungrounded; an aberrant movement of stimulation and response. The final still image of the tree oscillates between latency and potency.