I keep forgetting it’s spring. It’s supposed to be the season that follows winter, the way the animals are out— the squirrels running about, hopping onto… snow banks. Last Wednesday was incredibly windy. I remember the car being pushed around. I couldn’t be out walking in the park for long since the wind chill was freezing my face; I more jogged than walked that day. It was also the day London was attacked… I’ll let the news reports speak for that. Suffice it to say, Wednesday kind of sucked for many.
As for today, it is raining. And for that, it’s a good thing my mother bought me new shoes, recently, despite the fact that she did so against my wishes (I was there, saying ‘no’ repeatedly) and the fact that they don’t fit. It’s days like this that test how waterproof said shoes are. (Sigh, and boy, over $40 bucks of labor to be walked through mud repeatedly with my daily walk…)
It shows that the rain has let up that there were mini-lakes when I went out just before noon for the first sixteen passes of my walk… and to find “junk” mail. The above image had a large stream; now you can only see the effects of the water. (…And in trying to find a good word for said affects in the sand, I stumbled upon this article. (Yeah, make our streams and waterways “great” again by allowing the dying coal industry to pollute them. The ignorance is strong with this one.))
But instead of getting into politics… even though government tends to make or allow things to get worse no matter the stripes or colors… I will now reveal some of the fruits of my photography labor by documenting the progression of spring so far Continue reading Spring update→
With so many trees, come so many leaves in the fall. And varying shades of blue from the bluish rain clouds are seen in the water collected on such leaves.
Because it was raining Thursday, I didn’t expect anyone to be out. That helped as far as my courage went, in case I actually was trespassing… Our southern neighbor kids (now adults) have driven small vehicles down this path. Now, from all the seasonal winds, there are plenty of fallen branches to dodge. And, like the woods at Crescent Beach park, some of the ground was mushy.
Half past five, the sun was setting, and… it was my first time down this way, so I didn’t catch any small clearing areas along the path. (I wasn’t really paying attention anyway.) But eventually, I reached a large clearing.
A few weeks into Summer, here, in North America; temperatures have entered the 80s (Fahrenheit) in Maine, and over 100 toward the West coast—even the North, enough to make it hard to imagine there being any snow in Fargo right now…
Rain, with the leaks in the bedroom, forces me to sleep in the chair; different positions, for about an hour. I then occupied the bed for six hours instead of someone who got two. I’m the one quickly going blind, with that aspect personally attributed to sleep deprivation… and staring at a screen, being only a few meters from the microwave sending-and-receiving smart meter.
The blindness really started at age twenty-one, with only minor effects in my teens — noise on a CRT screen, making out all the two-hundred-fifty-six shades of gray in a gradient during a video editing class. With my introversion, the V.E. part was easy; the socializing part was the only difficulty in the class, trying to teach another student that…eventually wanted out.
Macular degeneration—I don’t know what it is. I failed to show up for the second round of tests some years ago—the cost benefits weighed, iris dilation, forcing me to wear sunglasses, versus having no life but bad things like this, no point of living. My reaction to theirs: why would the optometrists be pissed? They had less work to do!
I see wavy lines, false lines, little blips that come in, move and go out. And the blind spots that suddenly appear and gradually fade, sometimes in big blots; blue blots, sometimes. And the debris and retinal tearing—the flash you would see when you dart your eyes when your eyes are under pressure. When am I not under pressure, with my anxiety disorder? I hold my eyes like a form of anal retentiveness.
One of the eye doctors, of the ones I bailed on, said that the blips are the sight of blood vessels. I know I’m not in good cardiovascular shape, but all over my vision, especially when I look at bright objects? I can’t look at the sky without this pattern! And now I see it anywhere.