Sometimes it takes just a slight shift in where one stands to see in a different light something you’ve taken for granted of your life. So it was for me the other day, when I found myself at the corner of Riveredge Road in Tenafly, a couple of miles from me in northern New Jersey.
Ever since I was a teen, I had been coming to adjacent
spots on this 10-acre site: the memorial dedicated to Theodore Roosevelt, a
pond, and, next to the local high school, a track where I have taken to
walking. I had also driven past the corner on this picture, on my way to somewhere
else: relatives’ house a bit north, say, or just across the street and slightly
east, the borough’s library.
But the other day when I came to this spot I was on
foot, so I took the time to look. That’s when I saw how this path led
off into the distance—a kind of photographic illustration of the principle of
perspective that I had learned about in art history class more than 40 years
ago.
It just goes to show that if you take enough time to look—really
look—you can see things that you should have seen before, but now you’re taking
them in for the first time.
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