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Summer mid 1970’s.
The Red Blossoms were visible as soon as we crested a rolling hill in the North Dakota countryside. A summer road trip meandering cross country after visiting a Hesseltine in-law at her retirement home in the Black Hills.
I was not driving and in a meditative mood, and as is often my habit I was not wearing my glasses.
Watching the beautiful countryside slightly unfocused. Then the blossoms! A few hundred feet away, gorgeous bright red dots on the hill beside the roadside. What a joy! The sharp points contrasting with the mellow embracing patchwork of many shades of greens really got my attention.
I slipped my glasses on… what were these? poppies? anemones? Coca Cola cans! My joy began wrestling with my indignation then yielded to amusement. But what I learned about myself and the power of incomplete perception–the phenomenologically ambiguous–that was gorgeous.