visual field

Lohbado paused to enjoy shapes, lines, colours and textures of the visual field. What are you looking at right now? It's easy to drift along in a blur, barely noticing things. Or if one notices, one might apply a word, without really looking at what's in front of the eye... oh, brick chimney, phone pole, power lines, clouds, buildings, huh, whatever. What's so special about a bunch of power lines or a brick wall?

Well, to quote William Carlos Williams poem, The Red Wheelbarrow: "So much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens."