The plan was to take a walk around the block. I had a tie as a blindfold, and was holding the back of my brother's shirt as he tried in vain to bump me into as many things as possible.

I found my way to one of my neighbor's houses (We haven't cut the grass in awhile. All of my other neighbors have, except for this one. It wasn't too difficult). A constantly expanding Mormon family lives there. They're the latest in a long line of renters, but the first to do anything useful with the house. The last family that occupied it trashed it and left in the middle of the night. I couldn't tell how to feel about that, even as a younger kid (there were obvious pros and cons to this way of life, I just couldn't discern them yet).

And right after that, my camera ran out of batteries. Thank you, inexperience. I went back home and replaced the battery. The tie was reclaimed by my brother, and was replaced with a dish towel.

Lo and behold, there are actually interesting things both inside and outside my house (especially once I am blindfolded)! I felt around for awhile, and came up with a few:

I just about ran into my bass. Blind me is unable to tell where I'm going, for obvious reasons. Or adjust a camera. Or hold it in the right place.

It's crazy that a chunk of wood could actually feel alive, but it does. That, other than the shape, was how I figured out what I was feeling. I've spent so much time with this thing, it makes sense that I would be able to tell what it was just by feel! I wonder if people without sight feel that about more things- instead of seeing life, they hear/feel it? Fascinating.

The next one actually turned out okay. One of the prompts on seeingwithoutsight was to take a picture of something you don't like about yourself.

My feet.

Yuck. Beauty-wise, there's not much to say. But they're very practical. They take me places a lot of other people never see.

Time for some analysis.

Frustration mixed with elation makes what? I can't look to direct the camera, so I feel (hopefully in a straight line) from the lens to whatever it is I'm touching. Frustration when I miss and take a picture of the ceiling fan instead of my hand. Elation as I realize that life isn't all about seeing. Music taught me this a long time ago. This completion is reinforcing it.

This was fascinating. I'm new to tasking, new to this whole way of thinking. Thank you, SFZero.