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Archive for August, 2007

Colors of the World

Friday, August 31st, 2007

I stumbled upon Kuchiki Rukia’s blog (she’s one of the Sanrio Town moderators), and she asked a question which I found really interesting:

 

How would you describe color to someone who is blind?

 

Being someone whose username involves color, of course I couldn’t pass this up!

 

Actually, there have been debates on how blind people dream. Do they “see” things while they’re asleep, or, are they the same as when they’re awake, that is, do they perceive the (dream) world via their other senses? There should first be a distinction between those who have been blind from birth or those who lost their sight gradually/because of an accident. For the latter, they actually do dream in color, because they have had memories of seeing things. For the former, however, their other senses are heightened, although some may be able to see blurry shapes. Interestingly, it’s actually quite rare for someone to be completely blind. Some do see even for just a bit, whether these are blurry shapes, dull colors, etc., so there is a chance that they might be able to “bring” these things that they’ve “seen” into their dreams. However, because there really is a problem with their eyesight, their other senses are heightened, so I’m guessing that’s where their dreams are focused on.

 

Anyway, going back to the question… Like Kuchiki Rukia, I would try and explain the colors via their other senses, and probably more focused on the sense of touch, as well as emotions, like what sensations evoke what color and such. Like, yellow would be like the sun, which is nice, warm, and happy. Red, being a more intense shade, would be fire, which is hot and, in a way, aggressive. White would be like ice, which is solid and clean at the same time. Blue would be something calm, like water. Brown would be the earth. Gray would be something dull or boring (sorry for those who love the colors), and as such, a rock, which is hard, solid, and immovable, would be a good object to make the person perceive it. I’d describe silver as basically the same thing, except make it a bit more metallic/colder. Pink would be something like the feel of flower petals.

 

For green, I’d probably have to go for the sense of smell on this one, and make the person smell pine trees.

 

I guess it would be easier to describe the colors to them with the things they’re familiar with, so if they haven’t really felt these, then I could improvise and describe it in relation to things that are familiar to them. Theoretically, their other senses are heightened because of their disability, so it would be easier to describe the slight differences between colors (like rose and magenta) because of their capacity to distinguish small changes in things.

 

I find blind people amazing, really, especially those who are so brave and courageous about facing the world. I have nothing but respect for them, and, given the chance, I would love to encourage them in their daily fight.

 

 

 

Monkeys

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

 

Here are a couple of monkeys that were in the mini-zoo that my family and I recently went to.

 

I actually pity the poor guys. When you look at them, it’s as if you can feel their awareness of being prisoners. There was also a third one, but it was wilder than these two and it would attack the bars of its cage whenever someone dared to go near it.

 

Poor things.

 

Sonnet XVII

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

I thought that I’d post something different today, so I decided to put my favorite poem on my blog.

It’s called “Sonnet XVII,” and it’s my absolute favorite poem written by my favorite poet, Pablo Neruda. I really admire him as a writer, because his writings are diverse, yet all come out really, really well. He could have an amazing love poem (like this one) and have an equally magnificent politically-inclined work. If you have the time, do check his writings out. I’m sure you’ll love these, especially if you’re into poetry.

 

Sonnet XVII

(Translated by Stephen Mitchell)

 

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or

arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I

 love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries

hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

 

but this, in which there is no I or you,

 so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

 

 

Autumn in a Used Car Site

Friday, August 24th, 2007

 

It’s quite odd that I was able to find this photograph in a used car site, but I really, really like this photo.

 

It’s an autumn picture taken in Japan. I’ve never been there, but this picture makes me want to visit it and see the beauty on my own. I particularly love the way the little structure on the left was captured, because it seems as though it’s there but not there at the same time.

 

My favorite part of the picture would still have to be the leaves though. I love autumn (even if we don’t have that here), and seeing the splash of colors on nature reminds me that the natural environment is really a canvas of God. He’s just so amazing.

 

 

Old Church

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

 

I took this shot when my cousins and I went on a road trip. I can’t remember where this was from or what the church is called. I just liked this shot because of the sun up there.:P

 

 

 

Lakeside

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

 

 

I’ve never been to a lake before. Pictures like this, however, make we not only want to camp out near one, but also to have a house by the lakeside. What’s not to love? You’re really with nature, the air is fresh, there’s no pollution, , there’s a lot of greenery, the water’s so still… That’s not forgetting that it’s much safer to live by the lake than by a beach, because tidal waves won’t occur there. It would be so amazing to take pictures of the places around it.

 

It must be really great to have a lakehouse.

 

Check out the original source of the picture by clicking on it.

 

 

Free Your Mind

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

I just realized: even though I have a “Reflections” category, I don’t think I actually have a post that actually follows that. All I’ve ever posted are pictures with the corresponding reason on why I posted it. Never have I talked about my faith walk, my life, my stories, so right now, maybe I should just start right now.

I guess it’s funny how my closest friends have said that I think too much. I’m not denying that. On the contrary, I agree wholeheartedly. My mind is way too active for its own good. I’m constantly thinking, analyzing, studying, processing… So much so that it gives me a headache sometimes, because I think I put in meaning in places where there’s really nothing lying behind these. On the flip side, I just can’t seem to accept things at face value. Some might say it’s a personality quirk, it’s an essential part of me, but it just makes me think (oh no, more thinking) that I should slow down.

I guess all that made me realize how much I’ve become reliant on my own intelligence, or at least, depending on how the world sees things. That’s pretty funny, considering that I’m one of the people who have proudly stated at least once, “To heck with the world!” Not that I’ve stopped believing, but it’s like I’ve put my relationship with God in the backseat for more stuff that I deemed to be important at the time (although, in reality, they’re not). Sure, I could always say that my ministries are for the Lord. However, if I were to ask myself if that’s really completely true, my answer would be a “no.” I’ve done these tasks a lot of times because they’re stuff that needed to be done, and not because it’s for His glory. It says in 1 Corinthians, “Whether we eat or drink, or whatever it is we do, we do it for His glory.” How come I’ve stopped praying that prayer? How come I’ve become so immersed with the day-to-day stuff that I failed to put the most important thing first?

Most of the stuff that I do, they’re products of my mind. I’ve thought them up. I’ve been able to do these because I decided to do so, and I did (notice the many “I”s in those statements?) I admit, I’m a mind over a heart, maybe because I believe that logic should rise above emotions. That doesn’t mean that feelings are bad, though. On the contrary, they’re good. I think that’s what makes us even more human than thoughts (respecting philosophers Descartes, Thomas Aquinas, etc., of course), because animals don’t really know what compassion and faith are all about - and these things have their roots on the heart.

Maybe it’s time that I should stop over-analyzing and just give my brain a break - and my heart a chance. The phrase “leap of faith” isn’t just pulled out of empty air - it’s really something you do when you learn to trust, like when you get on a bike and believe that you won’t fall of it even if it’s just two wheels put together by a few pieces of metal. You jump because you believe. Then again, when you do it, you do that as a conscious act - so maybe your mind can’t really be separated from you, not completely anyway.

Wow, I’m rambling. So much for making this a deep reflective entry. Anyway, I hope that makes even the tiniest bit of sense.

Lion King?

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

I remember the first time I watched “Lion King,” I was so in awe of the beauty of Africa, not only because of its wildlife, but because of the way nature looks like there. The film might have been a cartoon, but it captured the color and life that characterizes the continent. I remember imagining going to safaris back then, exploring the jungles and the steppes, checking out anything and everything to my heart’s content.

When I got a bit older, I guess a lot of my nerves have left me. I still want to go to Africa, but there’s a part of me that’s a bit scared of being eaten alive by lions (blame “The Ghost and the Darkness” for that. I had nightmares for weeks after watching the movie).

 

However, a picture like this reminds me of what I wanted when I was a kid, and in a way, rekindling that desire to go and explore.

Africa - Knut Urdalen's Blog 

Isn’t it lovely? I actually thought it’s a scene from the “Lion King” at first (you can practically hear Elton John singing “Circle of Life).

Lion King

That is, until I read the author’s accompanying text that went with the photograph. I never thought that that scene in Lion King can be real, but happily, I’m wrong. This is such an amazing photograph, and I hope to get a shot like this someday.

 

Click on the photo or the above link to check out the original source of the picture.

 

Oh yeah, in case you get confused, the first picture is the actual photograph. The second is a promotional still from Disney’s “Lion King.” I did warn you it’s a bit confusing.:p

 

 

Flower Dew

Monday, August 13th, 2007

 

Another one of the shots I imagine I could take. The details are so nice and clear, the flower looking really pretty. I love how the dew clings to it, making it appear fresh, almost as though you could smell it.:)

 

Is There Something Missing Here?

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

airport ramp

I took this during a fateful plane trip. There was a massive freak storm that came to the country, and we were stranded for several hours in the airport before the plane came in.

I’ve always find this shot funny, for some reason. Maybe it’s the thought that the ramp has already been ready there for several hours (complete with the guy who looks as though he’s ready to board), except that the plane wasn’t there yet. It’s like there’s this huge something that’s missing in the picture, and I find that funny (yes, my sense of humor can be quite weird at times).

Oh yeah, in case you’re wondering, it was a domestic flight, so the plane was relatively small and there was no need to use that huge chute/tunnel where passengers usually pass through.