Colorblind Photographer in the Fall
Autumn has always been a difficult time for me. I’ve been “blessed” with the gift of colorblindness making autumn a mix of greens and brown. I didn’t always know I was colorblind. I was tested when I was 5 and by the grace of God the paper results were lost to the mess of the iconic junk drawer everyone is accustomed to. It wasn’t until I was 18 on a drive out to my university with my mother. Armed with my first film camera, my mother commented how I should take a photo of the sunrise over the highway. I replied with how I saw it, a bland mess of greens that had no significance over the countless sunrises I’ve see thus far. It was at that moment it finally clicked my grandfather passed down his gift to me. Later that year those results from my childhood surfaced confirming what my mother and I unveiled on that trip. Ever since that confirmation, I’ve questioned my perception of the world. I was gifted a set of glasses that corrected the light making it possible for me to see the world as others do. It was an emotional moment however it quickly subsided the following week. The saying ignorance is bliss hits home with me regarding this. I miss the days where I was ignorant to the fact that I was unable to see oranges and reds.
