When I first saw this picture, it surprised me, because it was so unlike any photo I would take with my eyes open. Many of the photos taken before this one seemed perfectly commonplace: there was my cat, my skylight, the pavement, a tree, all things I would photograph with my eyes open. How, then, could this particular photo seem so full of emotion and deliberation, when I wasn't even sure what I was thinking when I took it? What had I done, besides go blind, to make this photo so different? Also important in this picture is my best friend and guide for this task, who wishes to be known as "Isaac". He is the face in the bend of the silver curve. Isaac made sure I made it across the street in one piece, helped me find Braille on a streetpole's fire alarm, and yelled "OBSTACLE!" whenever he had to. I still managed to walk straight into two trees and a stop sign, and was heartily laughed at on several occasions. It's all right, though; more obstacles meant better pictures. (Do you see a bright spot of light with a red-haired mummy behind it? That's me, taking the picture, blindfolded by ACE Bandage.)