There are fascinating accounts of people who’ve been blind from birth and have had their sight restored but still can’t ‘see’ properly. The shapes, the light and dark, the colours, are all there, but they simply don’t know what they mean. Michael May had his sight restored after being blind from the age of 3 and three years later still couldn’t identify faces – even that of his wife. When he first regained his sight he had to grapple with the difficulties of interpreting what he was ‘seeing’ and although he’d become an expert skier while blind – using a guide to give verbal instructions – he found he now had to close his eyes while ski-ing or what he saw became overwhelmingly confusing and dizzying.
We learn to use our sense of sight while very young, and like everything we learn young, it’s easy to get set in our ways and take things for granted. We don’t think about how we walk, for instance, unless something happens to us that means we have to learn how to walk all over again. Taking up photography is a little bit like this, in the sense that we have to learn how to see all over again, in a different way. The irony is that Michael May might well make a good photographer, because as photographers we have to try to forget about the object that we're photographing, and instead see it in terms of shapes and lines and light and colour and movement.
I love this photo by photo art heart - she's cleverly caught the scene in front of the viewer, and we might wonder how the person behind the sunglasses is really seeing it.
gilly of the camera points both ways
untitled by photo art heart