One of the self-assignments from the book I'm currently reading is to notice things. Our minds are constantly bombarded throughout the day. If you own a smartphone, the problem is amplified tenfold.
An average Brain just cannot process all the information coming at us. As a result, we filter. If new data is not something we're looking for (like a bathroom when we have to pee) then we often see it, but it doesn't interest one of the brain cells assigned to make us notice. We simply let it drift by like a leaf on a fast-moving stream. If on the other hand, it says an oncoming car is on the wrong side of the road, this immediately engages the old "FIGHT OR FLIGHT" reflex and you become quite interested in the new information. In fact, it may trigger a hygiene issue while you're trying to figure out how to deal with the new info.
This not noticing is your brain's way of dealing with excess input. There's a flower on the side of the road. I've seen a million of them. No eminent threat there, move on. Over in that Field, is a 100-year-old barn. Your brain says, if you've seen one cow palace, you've seen them all.
On long drives, this brain processing is quite helpful. It keeps information from squirting out your ear when your head fills up.
But, this can also do you a disservice – especially if you're a writer.
Today, on the way home from Mississippi, I saw a field with bales of hay. I've seen a lot of hay, especially during the heyday of my travels (I couldn't resist.) But when I actually noticed the field and the way the light fell on the field, it was a photographic moment. The only reason it's not the picture for tonight's blog is that there was a log truck close enough to my rear bumper that I could read the serial number on his radiator. But I noticed it.
Further along was a fencerow. Barbed wire kept cattle from wandering into the country road. Many of the fences seen these days are held up by store-bought Fence post all straight as Army cadets. The barbed wire held as taut as a guitar string. But this morning we passed a fence strung during the last century. Many of the posts were one cut from nearby saplings. About every fifth post was a railroad crosstie. This was the fence from my childhood. Buying a fence post would not have occurred to a farmer in those days. Noticing the fence today, triggered a stream of thought that would normally have drifted past me. I'm thankful I took the time to notice it.
| Closer to home, I noticed a field I'd passed in early August last year. I shot a picture of a field of sunflowers and posted it. But today as we passed, the field lay fallow, and I noticed it. |
