I worked at an aerospace company, and their walls were adorned with big cutaway drawings of airplanes.
There were about a dozen or so illustrations, spread among the various hallways, and each about 3 feet by 4 feet in size. They are from Flight International, and you can read about Tim Hall, the chief illustrator, HERE.
One day I happened to be standing in front of the above, and I noticed something. There’s a paper clip in the drawing. Don’t see it? Let me zoom in a bit.
. . . and it might help if you click on the photo and get the larger view . . .
Still don’t see the paper clip? It’s weird; once someone sees it, they marvel at how they had not noticed it before.
Most people see the paperclip in this next view . . .
Honestly, it just jumps out at me, as if it wanted to poke me in the eyes, but I know from experience some people still don’t notice it, so . . .
OK, if you don’t see it now, I can’t help you.
My guess is these were scanned and then printed to the larger sizes, and the paper clip made its way under the drawing while on the scanner.
Anyway, I have a tendency to notice details. At home, while driving, walking, in stores . . . it’s not some sort of supersense, or anything like it. There are still plenty of things I miss, but I tend to notice where things are, if they were moved, if they are oddly placed items, if they have strange characteristics, and so on.
This is very useful when out photographing stuff.
I don’t remember of this has always been the case. I don’t know if it’s the result of being into photography, of if being into photography is the result of having the propensity for noticing details. The old what came first . . . the photograph or the photographer.
However, this might also explain why I have a particular affinity for organization. Stacking things is something I take pleasure in.
Sometimes people at work were not appreciative of my talents for stacking. For instance, I stacked the empty five gallons water cooler bottles. I could get three high one atop the other (I should have snapped a photo), one right side up, then one upside down, then one right side up. It was a precarious balance, and one easily upset. I could hear while in my office, even with my bad hearing, when someone upset the balance. Eventually I was asked not to do that.
I was also asked not to spin stuff, but that’s another story. Yes, I also like spinning stuff (Spinning Is as Spinning Does).
This was the lunch table where I worked. No one ever used it for eating. It’s the computer age, after all, and everyone sat at their computers during lunch, surfing the Web.
Around the year 2010 I got into a mailing list with offers for free magazine subscriptions. I always said yes, regardless of the magazine. I’m talking 20 to 30 magazine subscriptions active at any one time (less than that here as people would borrow them, and I also had a few at home).
All the magazines came under my name. All free. Every morning I would arrange them in neat and orderly piles.
I still get many of those magazines (they ask me to pay for a renewal, I say “no”, and they renew it anyway), plus a bunch more, although half of them are now digital.
I once mentioned the office made coffee which I did not drink. But, I did arrange the empties.
Seeing the odd different size coffee can (on the left), and the small cookie tin (just slight of center, atop the bottom row) still bothers me to this day. They disturb the balance. I kept them in case others of the kind ever made an appearance, and thus offer the chance for symmetry, for balance, for all things being orderly and neat.
It used to be Costco had a deal when one renewed; you would get free stuff. The center three green Kirkland coffee cans were ones I got free and brought into work. The cookies tins on the right represent eight years I worked there. Those are Danish sugar cookies, usually sold at Costco during the holidays.
I eventually recycled them all. The company got sold, and this sort of thing was frowned upon. The magazines went as well . . . I now take them to the gym, where they are put on a large revolving rack for the members to peruse.
I don’t bother arranging them there. The rack has individual slots for each magazine, and they already look in good order.
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