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Blind Photography

On recent Air Canada flights, I have twice run into a fascinating glitch in their seatback personal-TV system. Selecting a movie from their list of options, I began watching it only to realize, ten minutes in, that this was not, in fact, the movie I wanted to watch.

Earlier this month, I wanted to watch A Single Man, starring Colin Firth - and ended up watching a subtitled film in which a Jewish wife stabs an old man that she believes to be an evil spirit. I turned it off, thinking It's like the horror version of Fiddler on the Roof....

The first time this movie-mix-up happened, I was ten minutes in to what I thought was Proof, trying to figure out why I hadn't yet seen Gwyneth Paltrow or Anthony Hopkins before I realized they were never going to show. By then, I was hooked and fascinated - and convinced that I was watching a very young Russell Crowe. Which, in fact, I was. In the 1991 Australian film, Proof.

The basic premise of Proof (starring Russell Crowe) is that of a blind man who conscientiously keeps a photographic record of his life happenings. He and Russell become friends, which is complicated by the blind man's overly-possessive and slightly-obsessed housekeeper. It was a decent film.

And now we're up to the blind photography title that you're so curious about.

Today, I was scrolling through BBC headlines and found this article/video on sensory photography. This four-minute video will make you rethink both photography and the capabilities of people with visual impairments.

Just watch it.


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