Color is the spectrum of light; white is the absence of all color and black is the presence of all color. I’ve learned a couple more things about color over the years, but those two facts are my color bedrock. It’s about perception, I've decided.
I am inundated with the appreciation of others of how well I see colors, post cataract surgery. “Don’t the colors just amaze you?”
Short answer, “No,” they simply are colors I can now see. Hunter green has always been hunter green, navy blue, navy blue. Once again I can tell one from the other. Anything can fall from my hand and roll under my desk, and I can find it without a flashlight.
There is something extraordinary I can see again. The night. I can see the entire road I am driving on. I can see across three lanes of traffic and a grassy median. I can sit on the porch and watch the night sky over the tree line. I bet, if I were Daniel Boon I could drop a squirrel with one shot from the top of a pine tree on a moonless night. If I knew how to shoot a gun.
My daughter asked me today when I could wean myself from the “coming home from the eye doctor after drops sunglasses.”
“No, no, not my almost movie star specs!” I showed her no light gets in from the top or from the sides, and I can wear them right on top of my head when I’m indoors.
Occasionally there almost is too much light indoors, too. But, I’m tough!
On top of my head as I write.