Recently, a window washer came and removed layers of weather driven debris from our windows. The vestige of wind-driven rain on some windows clouded  our view.

Kind of like the cataracts on my eyes that have “ripened” to the point of removal. I wish –hope– they will be as easy to remove. 

Color me wholly  . . . anxious. 


Friends who have had the surgery report excellent results— declaring their surprise how dull their  perception of color   had become.   

Wow — can’t image how that will translate into new adventures in painting. (Your Color Choices are Unusual )


after Annie O’Brien Gonzales

But grateful I am —just in my lifetime cataract surgery has advanced  A lens implant means I won’t have to endure the  “coke-bottle” glasses that so annoyed my mother!

Sometimes I can’t blame all blurriness on my eyes though . . .  sometimes it’s the thumbprints on my glasses. (Fingerprints on My Glasses)

And sometimes . . . we all may need more than just a window washer — or ophthalmologist — to see the world outside our windows. (Mark 8:22-26)

An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it. ~James A. Michener, Space, 1982


Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”John 8:12

In the run up to the first surgery, I am looking about to see what I can see — even if it seems a bit blurry.

Sometimes the human experience feels like a groping through fog. It’s hard to see the bigger picture. The not-seeing can be frustrating. ( In a Fog: Art and Theology)


Antony Gormley (British, 1950–), Blind Light, 2007. Fluorescent light, water, ultrasonic humidifiers, toughened low-iron glass, aluminum, 320 × 978.5 × 856.5 cm. Temporary installation at the Hayward Gallery, London. Photo: Stephen White.

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