Columbia Trip
Natural curiosity had us traverse the bustling streets of Columbia, South Carolina, on a serendipitous Tuesday. This was not just a pleasure trip; it masked a significant purpose, deeply personal and life-adapting. As my vision dims and the world blurs, Deana and I ventured forth to the Commission for the Blind. The aim? To understand the beacons of technology that might light the way in my everyday life now altered by encroaching blindness.
The Commission presented an ocean of possibilities, devices, and applications as potential guides in this darkening world. Among them, a digital magnifier came into focus. More than a mere amplifying lens, this marvel promises the restoration of the written word to my fingertips or, more impressively, to my ears with its ability to read out loud. Another assistive light in the dark is JAWS, a screen reader that narrates the digital tapestry spread across my computer screen, a herald of inclusivity in the digital age.
These technological lifelines, while ingenious, do come at a price. The South Carolina Commission for the Blind stands as a sentinel, providing support with the backing of both public generosity and private benevolence. The assistance I receive is not merely institutional—it is human compassion crystallized into action, a shared triumph over adversity. Only time will tell as to how long this process of receiving these assistive technologies takes.
The evaluation culminated against the historic backdrop of the State House, a place saturated with the echoes of the past. Immortal stories are etched within its domain, awaiting a voice to bring them to life. Dominating the landscape, the statue of George Washington stands tall, with its broken cane bearing witness to the passage of time. In the year 1865, it was not the thundering cannons or gunfire that struck a blow, but rather a simple brick hurled at the bronze figure of Washington by federal soldiers, an act leaving a permanent scar that recalls Sherman’s occupation and the lasting impacts of his military campaign.
Our pilgrimage through these monuments spoke of the delicate balance between the transient present and the immutable past. The grandeur of museums, the silent watch of monuments, the intricacies of architectural marvels—all whispered histories long etched into the city’s soul. And as historians in our own right, we engaged with this dialogue.
Armed with but one roll of film and my cherished Pentax Spotmatic F, I endeavored to capture the essence of Columbia within its crisp frames. The anticipation of revealing those moments, suspended in the chemicals of development, fills the gap left by short hours and unvisited mysteries.
Columbia—the very name evokes images of power, law, education. Here, the hum of activity is punctuated by the youthful zest of students, the calculated gravitas of legislators, and the astute discourse of the bar. To be amidst this whirlwind and yet find solace in its eye is the dance of city life, thrilling in its pace, comforting in its labyrinth quietude. It leaves one exhilarated, weary, and in perpetual chase of the balance between the pulsing heart of urbania and the restorative calm of an Upstate retreat.
Returning home, the experience lingers like vivid afterimages—between the hopeful promise of aiding technology and the echoing footsteps across historical grounds, Columbia stands both as witness and participant in the march of time and the unfolding narrative of my life’s evolving chapter.
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Deana Mae Davis
That is MY camera!!!