Welcome to White Cane Connections.

My name is Sue Boman. Yes, that’s me in the picture posted here. I have called this blog White Cane Connections because I am one of the many people who use a white cane. I began this blog because I wanted to write about a project I undertook in 2012. The plan was to complete a series of walks using my white cane. Between March and September, I walked in 82 different locations across Canada. So, the blog begins by telling of my experiences and the many people I met along the way.

While this particular journey has now been completed, I find that I still have much to write about. I am continuing to make new white cane connections, and so for the time being I will continue to add regular posts to this blog. I am hoping that you will be a partner in the journey.

Sue


Wednesday, 22 November 2017

November 22 - What Do I See?



Sometimes people will ask me what it is that I see. Their question is sincere, but I often respond by saying what it is that I am unable to see. For instance, I might respond by saying that I can’t see the person’s face or the writing on a piece of paper or a picture on a cell phone. This seems to be a satisfying enough answer. Nevertheless, I am personally surprised at the inconsistencies I notice with my sight.

The other morning I was sitting in my comfortable chair and looking at a picture on the opposite wall. It is quite a beautiful picture in a large frame. In fact, we have two pictures of the same setting. Each is of a cliff face by the ocean. They are actually images taken by a professional photographer. One shows the landscape in the pearly white of early morning and the other was taken in the orange glow of sunset. I like both but because they are so large, only one will fit nicely onto the wall at the same time. Consequently, I sometimes change them around with the morning view in the bedroom and the sunset in our living room and then vice versa.

This particular morning, I had been reflecting on the one in the living room. The images have a very nostalgic feel for me as both were taken within a stone’s throw of where my parents used to live. The interesting part of all this is that after several minutes of contemplation, I couldn’t remember which of the two I was looking at. It was a sad moment when I realized that I couldn’t actually see the picture but was merely remembering what I thought I could see.

It’s now been close on thirty years since my initial vision loss, and I do find it hard to explain to people what it is that I can see. There are a number of things in our house, and I suppose elsewhere as well, that I think I can see, but really the image is just in my mind or perhaps in my memory. I can’t really see them with my eyes. It’s such a strange phenomenon and I’m not sure that I have explained myself properly even now. I wonder if others with limited vision have similar sight experiences. 


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