Eyes to See

Iron Bench

I have walked past this bench at least a couple of time a week for 17 years: let’s say, somewhere upwards of 2000 times. If you had asked me, “Is there a building with benches outside it in your neighborhood?” I would certainly have said yes, and could have indicated where it was in the next block.

My eyes have received light bouncing off those benches over and over, for nearly two decades. But I had never really seen them myself until today. And the only reason I stopped to look at them carefully was because Bob took a photograph of one of them as part of a little visual quiz for me, to see how well I knew my neighborhood. I chalked up a giant goose-egg on this bench.

Look at how lovely it is! The whole thing is just gorgeous. I’ve been missing out the whole time, failing to notice this little piece of artisanry right next door. Ms. More-Aesthetically-Aware-Than-Thou hangs her head in shame.

So here’s my question to you: what are you missing right around you? And who is there in your life who might be trying to point it out?

[Update: Bob writes about his perspective (in more ways than one) here.]

5 Responses to Eyes to See
  1. Crash
    May 30, 2010 | 12:31 am

    Great job by Bob. I spent a long time looking at that photo.

  2. NT
    May 30, 2010 | 12:48 am

    For the record, this isn’t the photo that Bob took; but I never would have made this one if he hadn’t made one first.

  3. Rakewell
    May 30, 2010 | 4:14 am

    I can’t even express how pleased and flattered this makes me feel.

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