Shadows on the wall, streams of light through the curtains, backlit dust particles. These are among my first, my earliest memories as an infant. For the first eight years of my life, I was not to understand that my vision was not normal; blurry shadow and movement was not seen by others.
Even today I awake at night and, without finding my glasses, stare at the dim shadows in the corners of the ceiling or around the window blinds. The mystery and drama seen as a child can be seen again. Now and then I fumble for the bedside point & shoot camera, making sure the flash is turned off and my glasses remain on the table, and shoot in the dark.