Perspective and all

I was taking Summer for a walk in our front yard (That reminds me, after I write this I need to deal with picking up after Summer) and we watched the highway traffic pass, 100 feet or so up the hill and across the frontage road from our yard.

A semi-truck emblazoned with a beer logo swept by, and I began to sing the old song, “Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone —” when I noticed a pickup truck close behind it, tailgating it seemed, for whatever reason.

OMG, I thought as the two trucks raced by, is this some sort of road-rage incident? I feared for both drivers’ lives.

Then, as they passed further downhill, I realized, no, the two trucks were in different lanes. When I first was examined for glasses, the optometrist realized I was allowing my stronger eye to do all the work, so he installed a prism that coaxed my eyes into working together. The three-dimensional world opened up to me as I discovered at last what this concept of “depth perception” was all about.

What I had perceived as tailgating was simply my eyes falling into their ancient lazy habits and not letting me see that the pickup truck was really a few feet more distant, in the left lane, and not directly behind the semi.

Once I saw from the correct perspective, I understood that neither driver was raging and I was simply watching the smaller truck pass the other, a happily mundane event.

Proper perspective makes a huge difference, hmm?

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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