Black and White

My father is colorblind. Really colorblind. For example, since he can't see the colors, he knows when a light changes from red to green because where the light reflects. It makes things interesting when the sun is hitting the lights just right. He was in the army, but the only reason he passed the colorblind test to get in was because he guessed. Luck I guess. There has always been something that has struck me with him though. When you ever ask him if he wishes he could see colors, he says, "no, I see them in a different way." He sees his own colors, even if he is guessing that his shade of grey or brown, is our pink. He sees differently. His favorite color is brown too.

Even though my dad could not see colors, he loved taking pictures on occasion. He has an old camera that he used and still uses for all the dances and things that required picture taking. I think he started taking pictures because they were developed in black and white. It was the way he saw things. It was one way for us to see through his eyes. I am not a huge fan of black and white photos. If anything I prefer Sepia, the browner toned black and white photos. I do love the ones that taken with film, that are developed by hand though. When I look at them, I think of my dad. That is how he sees. So today, take in all the colors of the world. There may be someone close to you who can not see them like you do. When you see a black and white photo, try to see the colors in them too. You may be surprised at what you see.