• Jefferson Davis Reflection
    Life

    Stuck

    As I pen this entry, I hope it will mark the end of a series of “blind” updates for some time. Have you ever found yourself in an inescapable predicament? My dialogue will carefully omit any direct reference to my employer, a vast global entity. Before the devastating prognosis of my impending blindness, and the ensuing revocation of my driving privileges, I found fulfillment in my profession and thrived on a perfect work routine.

    My earlier schedule had me traveling to a neighboring town for work, beginning at 5:00 AM and ending at 1:30 PM from Monday to Friday. My return home was typically around 2:00 PM, allowing me the luxury of a brief rest before tending to household duties and at times, preparing dinner for my wife, Deana. This routine suited us well, allowing us to enjoy our evenings together, and even catch a movie after her workday had concluded.

    Following the dire revelation about my vision, I was compelled to request a transfer to a branch within walking proximity to my home. This transition was protracted, lasting a month, with three weeks in which I received no compensation. My role in the corporation pertained to merchandising—a field I had not sought academic training for nor anticipated finding enjoyable. However, my penchant for order, structure, and meticulous tasks seemed to align well with the demands of the role.

    Despite my capability and experience to perform my job without sight, the company reassigned me to an in-store position, with working hours slated from 1:30 PM to 10:00 PM on arbitrary days. My wife’s schedule has her leaving for work at 8:00 AM, during which I stay with our dogs until she returns at lunch to drive me to work. Consequently, we have been deprived of the cherished evenings we once shared. My new role demands squinting at minute details, which results in intense eye strain and headaches by day’s end.

    While my employer has fulfilled the legal obligations, their support has not extended beyond that. My objections to this decision are manifold. I am naturally inclined towards early mornings, valuing the ability to complete my workday ahead of time and spend evenings with my loved ones.

    Pursuing alternative employment remains a viable option, yet I am faced with the dilemma that full disclosure of my visual impairment may render me unemployable. While part-time work is attainable, it would compromise my access to quality health insurance. The coverage I currently hold is excellent, but parting ways with my job or reducing hours would precipitate a twofold increase in insurance costs. My wife’s insurance plan does not cover dependents, which further immobilizes me in my current role.

    My aspirations for financial support through my blog and magazine, alongside print sales, have yet to yield significant results, though I express my deepest gratitude to everyone who has engaged with my work.

    Under South Carolina’s regulations, disability benefits are inaccessible to me until my vision constricts to 20 degrees or less; currently, it stands at approximately 40 degrees. The Commission for the Blind is a resource, but its primary focus is to ensure employment for the visually impaired. Despite these challenges, I am determined to persevere in the hope of a breakthrough, but the everyday struggle is real, with a mortgage and other bills aligning with the fiscal responsibilities that many of us face.

    It is not my intent to lament my circumstances; however, I cannot ignore the reality of the corner I seem to be trapped in. I am contending with Septo Optic Dysplasia and Optic Atrophy, amongst a long list of other challenges, and yet I take solace in the fact that I’m still able to provide for my family—this is undeniably a positive. The unwavering support from my wife, Deana, has been nothing short of heroic, and her strength is a blessing for which I am eternally grateful.

    Should anyone have practical suggestions for additional sources of income, I would be keen to hear them. We seek your ideas and assistance. While I seldom mention it, there is a tip jar situated on the right side of the blog—for those inclined to support my endeavors with the equivalent of a coffee, it would be greatly appreciated. In my forthcoming post, which you can expect on Monday, I will discuss my preferred and reasonably priced folding medium format camera.

    While I have pursued photography as a business venture for several years, it has not been financially lucrative for me. The ordeal nearly overwhelmed me at times. Nevertheless, it is an endeavor that brings tranquility to my spirit. Its absence would leave a void within me — for it is intricately tied to my identity.

    I am the individual who approaches others with enthusiasm about cameras, only to reveal that I am progressing towards blindness. This revelation often elicits surprise and confusion; however, I find a certain satisfaction in such reactions. People are strange, but so am I.

    It is my intention to share my narrative with you, one that intertwines simplicity with complexity. I invite you to subscribe to this blog for further insights and to explore more of my photographic journey.

  • Blind Cane
    Life

    Walking With a Blind Cane

    Living with vision impairment involves constant learning and adaptation, and my recent experiences have truly highlighted this journey. Participating in orientation and mobility training with a specialist from Columbia was not just an educational endeavor, but a life-affirming one. The specialist displayed a remarkable combination of professional expertise and compassionate support that has empowered me in ways I hadn’t imagined possible.

    Navigating the world without full sight is fraught with potential hazards. While the technical jargon is vast, the fundamental goal remains straightforward: avoid accidents, whether with vehicles, bicycles, or obstacles on the path. Mastery of the blind cane is crucial in this respect. The various tips that adorn the cane—a marvel of simple design—are surprisingly communicative, furnishing tactile feedback about the ground underfoot and the obstacles flanking the path.

    A mundane commute can be a gauntlet for those with visual impairments. My daily journey involves a half-mile trek along a sidewalk that is not always in the best of repair. Here, the cane serves as an invaluable ally, probing the terrain for perils and helping me maintain a straight course. Transitioning from sidewalk to road signifies an escalation in risk, and it is here that a careful pace and keen hearing become my guardians against the dangers that quiet electric cars, like a Tesla, might present.

    The complicated intersections are a particular concern. One such crossing I regularly navigate requires traversing four lanes of traffic, set at an unusual angle, lacking the guidance of audible pedestrian signals. Here, the life-saving virtues of patience and acute listening are never more apparent. The near-silent approach of electric vehicles heightens the peril, making it essential to rely upon one’s auditory senses to a degree that those with vision might find hard to fathom.

    The message I wish to impart to drivers is one of vigilance and empathy. Keep watch for those of us with canes; these are not mere accessories but vital tools signaling the presence of a visually impaired or blind person navigating the byways and thoroughfares you share. I brandish my cane not just for personal navigation and safety but also as a clear signal to you, the driver, alerting you to my presence and my needs. This cane is for depth perception when negotiating rough terrain and a visible beacon to declare my visual limitations to the surrounding traffic.

    Our roads, our paths, they are shared spaces. As participants in this communal realm, we bear a collective responsibility to ensure safety for all members, especially those who confront these spaces without the benefit of sight. The kindness drivers display in being mindful of visually impaired pedestrians like myself makes an indelible difference; it makes these journeys less daunting and the world a little more accessible, one thoughtful act at a time.

  • A photograph of the South Carolina State House.
    Life,  Photography

    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.

    A color picture of the South Carolina State House
  • Black and white photo of a leaf.
    Life,  Photography

    Insignificant Leaf

    In a previous discussion, I highlighted the inherent beauty contained within the minute details of our everyday lives. We find ourselves ensnared in the incessant pace of existence, perpetually striving to surpass the expectations laid out before us—both our own and those of others who hold stakes in our journey. This unyielding race often blinds us to the profound joys of life’s subtleties.

    Consider the photograph presented in this post: a lone leaf, apparently inconsequential and one of a multitude. Yet, it poses a silent question—can we truly consider it insignificant? Each leaf weaves its own narrative, etched with intricate patterns and a distinctiveness that beckons for recognition. It stands out among its peers, its form imbued with a quiet personality. Dismissed by some as an inconsequential piece of foliage, we are compelled to ponder: does it genuinely lack value?

    This leaf, in all its simplicity, is an artifact of divine craftsmanship. Though it may be flawed in the eyes of some, it remains a testament to God’s work. To contemplate whether it possesses rights would be to misinterpret its role. It is, at its core, a leaf—fulfilling its purpose within the grand tapestry of nature. Yet, it demands our appreciation just as a flower does, for its own sake and for the beauty it contributes to the world.

    There is a profound lesson nestled among these subtleties: to decelerate our pace and cherish the seemingly insignificant elements that populate our lives. Much like this leaf, such moments and objects ask for nothing but a brief pause—a moment of contemplation, an ounce of gratitude. As my ability to see these details dwindles, their significance becomes amplified. The pine cone, the leaf, they are all fragments of a greater whole, pieces of a divine puzzle meant to be valued.

    In time, my vision will diminish entirely. I urge you not to wait until the charm of sight or the grace of being eludes you—appreciate the splendors of creation now. Soak in the simplicity and the intricate detail bestowed upon us by God, and you will find a world rich with wonder, ripe for your admiration.

  • Episode 3 of Coffee with Jefferson Davis Cover

    Episode 3

    Welcome back to the fascinating world of photography and development in the latest episode of Coffee with Jefferson Davis. As we dive deep into the intricacies of film development, it’s evident that this segment is an essential guide for both enthusiasts and professionals in the field.

    In this third installment, I’ve focused on a game-changing developer known as 510pyro. Through an in-depth comparison, I highlight why 510pyro stands out amongst a sea of film developers, shedding light on its unique properties that make it superior. The discussion doesn’t just stop at comparisons, however; I delve into the technical how-tos of using 510pyro, providing valuable insight gleaned from personal experience and extensive experimentation.

    One of the compelling facets of 510pyro is its versatility. Whether you’re processing high-speed films or pushing your medium-format shots to their limits, 510pyro adapts beautifully, yielding results that are both consistent and impressively detailed. Its ability to enhance the grain structure and maximize acutance makes it an excellent choice for photographers seeking a distinctive look in their analog work.

    The conversation takes a slight detour into the realm of politics, tying in how cultural shifts and technological advancements are influencing the world of film photography. It’s an interesting sidebar that connects the dots between our creative passions and the larger societal context they exist within.

    Regrettably, this episode was out of sequence with the series due to a mishap on my part. Rest assured, this won’t be the norm moving forward. As we work to streamline the series, I’m thrilled to announce that future episodes will offer an audio-only option. This feature is a plus for those looking to save on bandwidth while still indulging in their passion for photography.

    And the excitement doesn’t stop there. For fans eager to dive deeper into photographic artistry, keep an eye out for the upcoming Issues of my magazine, Purblind Illumination. This publication is yet another avenue to explore the nuances of imagery and artistic expression.

    So, stay tuned and keep your subscription active to not miss out on any of these enriching discussions and future developments. Whether it’s through our podcast episodes or the pages of “Purblind Illumination”, the journey through the art of photography continues to both educate and inspire.