As the pandemic comes to a close, I find myself gazing out a familiar window at Massachusetts Eye and Ear Infirmary. I am here for my annual eye appointment.
From ages 12 to 38, I remember “seeing” the same beautiful panoramic view from the 12th Floor at Mass Eye and Ear. The scenic view never grew old to me. When my eyesight failed at 38, I continued to capture it on film as I had memorized its every angle.
This is a photo of my sister (right) and myself. I was leaving after an appointment at Mass Eye and Ear as she was entering for hers. By now, both of us had lost our sight completely and we had not been in touch for several years. When we passed one another in the lobby of Mass Eye and Ear, our individual volunteers did a doubletake. My sister and I were dressed in similar outfits — black pants and a blouse — with mobility canes in hand, our hair long and blonde. Before we got out of range, the volunteers stopped us and my sister and I had a mini-reunion as a volunteer captured our chance meeting in this photograph inside the lobby there.
