Everything looks so green! Visual movement, meaning, and processing (color, understanding, interpretation, categorization). Damage in these lobes could lead to color or movement agnosia (loss of recognition ability) and agraphia (total or partial inability to write, physical writer’s block).
Processing, perception of color:
We land to hard fog in Portland, Oregon. Hard because it is thick and hits you in a very “in your face” kind of way. The color is perma-gray—day into night fog—and it never quite burns off. Most of the trees have turned. The deciduous trees add splashes of color against a wide sea of evergreen. Some trees are already naked, robbed of their colorful coats. Arctic winds blow down from Canada. Little piles of leaves—red, yellow, Satsuma orange—litter the sidewalks. Dew hits them, making little Pacific Northwest banana peels.
Back in Hawaii, driving home from writing group with the Beatles on the radio. I turn up the volume and listen to Paul sing about the long and winding road. I make it a duet. I feel so good when I leave RA’s house. So quiet there, and peaceful. The long and winding road that leads to your door will never disappear… It is strange that I find myself in Hawaii, still strange. The newness has not left my mouth as I drive down Komohana, tasting ginger and frangipani, thick in the moist night air. I do not taste the wet humus of the Pacific Northwest. It is gone from me, ancient and old soil, the last kicked from my boots when we boarded the plane.