Invisible Blindness

There are "things" out there, we don't see, though they are clearly present. Take wires for example. Please. A comedian might quip. When you are standing on a hilltop and take a photograph of a lovely city scene below, that is overlooking a sea or lake or river, and you go home and see the album on your camera, there they are. Why didn't you see the wires across the view at the time, before you took the shot? You didn't see them because you are so accustomed to the ugly, granted useful, things, that you simply forgot to look. We look at so many images daily that they become invisible. Signs and wires  and cigarette butts and trash cans that are all in our sights, have become something we disallow to accept in our vision. City folk don't see beggars lying on sidewalks or dogs, plastic bags or not, defecating in the streets or trolley lines rampant overhead or lamp posts stretching all along the ways. We are so used to these objects and people that they don't register in our sight. Today only steps away from my patio, on the busy street corner that lies just above the tiny glimpse I have of the ocean below, a new "invisible" object has appeared. It is a huge sign that hangs on a long steel arm out into the street. From it there hangs two very large rectangular objects encased in metal in which lights are installed. One is for drivers coming westbound and the other is for those going eastward. Also inflicted on this same corner, once peaceful and unobstructed, are  two more stop lights on the corners, set on poles to hold them as though the upper ones are not enough warning to drivers. The whole area is dominated by these objects on poles. They are ugly, although probably most useful for just-in-case reasons. Sadly, the busiest and most dangerous corner on the block just a little bit away,  hasn't a sign at all, even though many accidents have occurred there due to a blind hill on which drivers coming up,  gun their engines to the maximum, and where there isn't a mere stop sign to be seen. One wonders who plans these matters and what their parameters are? I suspect, the metal flotsam that has appeared to interfere with the ocean views that are obstructed in my nearby neighbourhood, will not only be offending the eye of those who see it, but also the ear,  since the advent of the tweeting signals for walkers is upon us. Ah, now we must be, not only blind but also, deaf.