What do you see when you look at this picture?
Maybe you see a low resolution 'gif' image. Maybe you see a skyscraper. If you're from Portland, maybe you see the Wells Fargo tower.
Here's what I see:
I see an idea, architecturally speaking. I see beauty. I see the way those white protruding vertical stripes of concrete pull the eyes up towards the sky. I see the contrast of white stripes and black horizontal stripes of windows.
I see a place where people work.
I see a home.
Isn't it sad how people spend more time at work than in their own houses / apartments / lofts / etc? That's one of many reasons there are so many office romances and affairs. Work can be as much a home as the place where your bed is.
I look at that tower, and I see people.
Well ok, I don't actually 'see' people. Work with me here - it's a metaphor.
As the sun sets, lights become visible... lights reminding me that there's much life in that building. Behind those windows, underneath those lights are hopes and fears, dreams realized and dreams never to be.
I often find myself wondering such things while walking downtown. I look at a building I find to be attractive and I wonder what's going on in there.
What do those people do?
Are they having a good day?
Is someone at his first day at a new job?
Is someone else at her last?
Is someone sitting at his computer, lost in thought? What's he thinking about?
Is someone standing by the window? Is she wondering where I'm going as I walk by?
People always ask me what I see. After reading some of what I've posted this past year, it's probably easy to guess why.
I'm legally blind - thus, I am 'different'.
It's true that I lack depth and detail in what I see compared to the average person. Hell, I'm legally blind for christ sake. And yet, I sometimes wonder if all of that good vision is going to waste on people who don't see that much anyway - because they don't really 'look'.
I remember being on various dates, sitting across the table from women who didn't even see me. Instead, they'd look across the table searching for something specific in me. Upon determining that it wasn't there... thus determining I wasn't the be-all and end-all... the evening was done.
So be it. ...I get that that's how the dating world works.
And yet, I can't help wondering how many of those women would have been happier had they gotten to know me. How many of them are still single now, going on dates, sitting across the table from other men, looking at them in search of something specific rather than looking to see what's there.
I don't look for anything specific - I just want to know what's there.
I see so much beauty in those skyscrapers - those buildings which draw my eyes into the sky. I can look at the same building a million times and still find something new to enjoy. I look at people the same way. There's beauty there. The trick is to find it.
I won't lie... I wish I had the vision most people do. Rather than 20/20, I'm more along the lines of 20/200... but I love to look, and I love what I see.
There's beauty everywhere. The trick is to make sure you see it.
What do you see?
I look up and wonder how they were built.::::: | February 21, 2005 12:47 PM
Samuel John Klein said:
If your from Portland or Oregon and you go far enough back, you actually see the First National Bank Tower there.
It's been one of my favorite buildings on earth ever since I was a neat thing from down the valley.::::: | February 22, 2005 9:50 PM
What a phenomenal comment! Thanks so much. I've only been here three years or so - but I too love that tower, though I know many who do not. Ahh well... as they say... beauty is in the eye of the beholder.::::: | February 22, 2005 10:04 PM