My Eye!

Found a macro lens I unintentionally bought on my trip to New York five years ago.  These are great if you ever want to take a picture of Lady Bugs which are great picture subjects.  I decided to take a picture of my eye.  Unfortuneately I was by myself and too lazy to use a tripod and remote clicker so the pic's subject appears to be my eyelashes not eyeball as I had intended.  The lashes do look pretty scarce and my eye has those yellow/brown spots which I imagine most of you are speculating are the result of my long standing relationship with distilled hop commodities.  YOU ARE WRONG.  Those are freckles, collections of melanin related to sun exposure or genetic disposition. 

 So why take a pic. of my eye?  Cause I have blue eyes which is not common to people of my nationality or race.  Is race the right word?  Hispanics are considered caucasian right?  Hence there is nothing to distinguish them in racial terms from white people (white people here being a loose term, a vulgar term generally applied to people of Western or Central European heritage except for people from Spain, Italy and I don't know are French people considered white?)  Race is definitely the wrong word.  Nationality, which speaks of my nation of origin, is the better word.  Let's just say that out of the many native spanish speakers I have encountered in my life maybe five have had blue eyes.  So it qualifies as rare. 

I was walking out the gym some time ago and one of the employees stopped to ask me what color my eyes were.  Green or blue?  The question struck me as stupid.  Color is a phenomena of the mind.  It is an act of interpretation not empirical data.  Color is how light is interpreted by our mind.  Many factors will sway that interpretation; amount and quality of light being outstide factors.  Also the amount of color receptors or cones in the perceptor's eye will play a role in what color you see.  An eye which is a pretty reflective surface, being wet most of the time, will possess a color which is very malleable by surrounding circumstances. 

You can imagine the reaction of the gym employee when I went into my diatribe on color.  The lesson being "Watch who you try to make small talk with!"

Goodand Bad are sometimes also phenomena of interpretation.  Sitting here on this rainy "gray" day.  I look out my window...

and watch the low clouds traverse across the sylmar foothills.  It is a lovely sight.  Rainy days are bad because they slow down traffic, one gets wet, one gets sick, hair is hard to manage, one has to stay indoors and many other reasons.  They are good cause I get to watch the clouds cross the hills.

Fact Sylmar is named after the 'sea of trees' once present here when the largest grove of Olive trees in the world once here resided.  See Wiki Article