Being Dyslexic can be exciting. I often see things for the first time that have been around for a good while.  Take this Tree Stump Stone Sculpture. I knew the minute I saw it that this was Maria’s handiwork.

We had a big shady pine tree there, it blew over in a windstorm and we had it cut down, chopped up and fed to the donkeys and our wood stoves.

This morning, I was taking pictures in the garden and I looked down and saw this interesting stone sculpture – our own Bedlam Farm Stonehenge.

Maria was nearby, brushing the donkeys.

“Hey,” I said, excited. “What’s this? Where did it come from?” She gave me a funny, eye-rolling look I am familiar with.

“I made that years ago,” she said,  “when the Pine tree came down.”

I was astonished. “I’ve never seen it before,” I said, and that, to my knowledge, is the truth.

I’m out in the garden two or three times a day and walk right past it a dozen times a day. I’ve been out there watering the gardens, taking pictures, walking past on the way to the barn.

I just never saw it, it never registered, it was an exciting discovery to me, living with me is like living with an art museum curator, there is art everyplace, and everything is art.

This is not a rarity with me.

When you have Dyslexia, you just don’t see what other people see, in words, images or material things.

That can be disorienting and confusing, but the good news is that we Dyslexics have a great sense of discovery, we see things for the first time all the time, and life is never boring or still.

I never know why I don’t see something, or why I do, but my photography has helped me see the world better than I ever have.