Second Sight

I don't remember seeing well, but surely I must have seen before I was prescribed glasses in ninth grade. Had I always seen everyone and everything as blurs, melting into one another?

Thanks to cataract surgery in my right eye just about fourteen months ago, I am enjoying second sight. I use my glasses to drive and walk around outside; otherwise, I manage without. After my left eye is corrected (this summer, I hope), I should be able to see what I am photographing without sliding my glasses down my nose or simply pointing and shooting, hoping to get something.

Second sight is far better than the first. Being without makes being with so much more than merely seeing.