Jon Crispin's Notebook

I made oatmeal for breakfast yesterday, and while we were eating I looked up and for the first time saw the tulips Cris had bought earlier in the week.  I am mostly shocked by my inability to see the things that are right in front of me.  I have figured out that one of the reasons that I am a photographer is that I don’t see objects unless I see them as photographs in my mind’s eye.  It can take me forever to find the GrapeNuts in the cereal aisle or to find the corn starch container in the pantry.  I usually have to call Cris for help, and she spots whatever I am looking for right away.  It was frustrating when I was younger, and I actually saw it as a disability, but lately I have come to embrace it in an odd kind of way.