There were protests,
and some street photography.
Then COVID-19 hit. Businesses closed. Homes closed. Signs went up in windows.
It started with a flurry of cooking and projects to fill the time,
perfect pancakes - a first |
doily crocheted out of embroidery thread |
homemade yoghurt |
and walking around the neighbourhood once or twice a week.
Protests are extraordinary.
Nature seems to be a bit testy, as well, with June rains turning into hail-storms more often than usual; clobbering my attempts at container gardening and freaking out flowers not protected by trees.
Then there are things I can't take photos of. Grocery shopping is too stressful for me to pull out my camera, what with having to pay attention to duct-tape arrows in the aisles and unintuitive self-checkouts. There's rewatching hours of television shows and movies on video. There's socializing through social media and email. Testing negative for the virus is a phone-call celebration with friends.
This summer will be different when/if I get called back to work. I haven't seen anyone from work since mid-March. I'm thinking we're all looking greyer.
To be continued...
Links:
- COVID-19 - Wikipedia
- 100 days into the pandemic, we’ve moved from anxiety to complacency, without much reason to do so - Globe and Mail
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