Painted Vision of Bearded Dragons

I wake up most of my days wanting to write, but not every day do I have anything good to say. This morning I was struggling hard for ideas, so I turned to my friend, David, for help. The prompt he gave me was this:

For as long as you can remember you’ve worn eye glasses. Your parents always made sure you had them on and you formed the habit. One day you forget them and you realize you can see something no one else can.

Naturally my reply was of the smart ass variety, “I see that the world is, in fact, covered in fuzz.” But then I got to thinking about sic-fi ideas.

What if people who wore glasses did it as a means to rest their eyes and therefore have a higher intelligence because over use of eyes lowers your IQ? Suddenly it made sense to me that Donald Trump is an apish moron, he never wears glasses so his intelligence is all but gone!

Of course, David was thinking more along the lines of fantasy and horror, so I reigned in my smart ass jokes and really got to thinking about my world.

I’m incredibly fortunate to live in a beautiful community, which I’ve been taking advantage of by going for long walks. I’d like to say that I go on walks for contemplation and reflection, but really I’ve been doing FitBit challenges with my friends, Amy and Clara, trying to beat them.

Because it’s been sunny, I’ve been wearing only my sunglasses, which aren’t prescription (and I don’t like putting in Contact Lenses except for special events) so my vision is slightly blurred.

Nearly daily, I walk to the Juanita Wetlands. If I can ignore the sounds of cars in the distance, I almost feel like I’m in a completely different world. Without my glasses, everything has a fuzzy blur, which makes it hard to read signs or see exact details.

When I’m in the wetlands, everything looks like a painting by Monet painting. The light makes colors explode, making the butterflies stand out when crossing the scenery. When the wind blows, the leaves on trees look like sparkles; the lighter undersides catch the sunlight, and in my blurry vision is looks like the trees are sparkling.

While my vision is incredibly fuzzy, it makes it easier for me to detect movement in the wetlands. I believe that sharp vision makes people distracted by details, that they miss the bigger attractions. One of my favorite boardwalks in the wetlands leads out over the water, which is completely covered with lily pads. When I’ve brought people with me, they immediately start looking at the details of the pads in the waters and take pictures of the greenery. I always stand quietly and let my gaze rest on any movement; most of the time it’s just the wind moving plants, but 3 out of 5 times there’s a critter to be seen.

I’ve always had a deep abiding love of natural wildlife. I was fortunate to work as a volunteer zoo ambassador for a summer at Woodland Park Zoo, where I fostered a love of animals. The wetlands are always teeming with wildlife, my favorite game to play when I’m there is to listen and count how many different birds I can hear. At least once a week I am lucky to see ducks with ducklings, bullfrogs, painted turtles, herons, trout, and bald eagles. Once I was lucky and saw (what I believe was) a baby beaver!

People can boast about their great vision, but I think I got lucky with my blurs. I get to view nature with what I can only describe as natural painted vision. I can focus on movement to spy beautiful wildlife and I can enjoy the landscape.

I think David was expecting an epic short story about crazy creatures…. lets also say that I found baby dragons. Nah that’s to easy, baby bearded dragons! Not the lizards from the zoo but actual dragons with beards! But I can only see them without my glasses, which makes sense as to why everyone looks at me weirdly when they walk by me screaming at a bush, “BE CAREFUL, TIBERIUS! YOU’LL SET YOUR BEARD ON FIRE!”

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