In the soft gloom of current selves there still shines a light.
The stock market’s down almost 1900 points. We’re still “sheltering in place”. Translation: Stuck in here.
AND….It’s raining cats and dogs.
Come to think of it being inside right now isn’t so terrible. Can’t say that though about the economy.
My wife and I live in the Beacon Hill section of Boston. Real estate is expensive here thus you might think that it’s probably unlikely that the social unrest that’s been sweeping the globe would be much of a factor in our neighborhood. You’d be very wrong.
Our place is a very short distance from the Massachusetts State House.
We’ve experienced many demonstrations both peaceful and violent.
The point I want to make then is this. DO NOT THINK WHAT OUR COUNTRY IS CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH ISN’T YOUR CONCERN!
Call me a cautious old guy, but as far as I’m concerned, the pandemic is most certainly not in our rearview mirror yet. Yes, stores are starting to open and outside dining is permitted and more and more people have stopped wearing masks but I don’t trust the current optimism. I feel it may be like a child hiding by covering their eyes.
By the way I certainly hope I’m wrong.
The lockdown feels like……
Living in a crowded city is a strange combination of crowded intimacy and lonely reserve. As an example, there is very small, below street level doorway garden less than a block from us that always has a magnificent collection of roses seemingly endlessly in bloom. When winter comes, there’s a small bird feeder with a constant supply of suet that takes care of hundreds of house sparrows.
The caretaker of this blooming bounty is a nice lady with whom I occasionally exchange a few words, never much more.
Today was different. Setting out on my usual street shooting walk, I noticed a woman chatting happily with the owner of a very cute dog. The scene didn’t really lend itself to a photo so I just sat and watched. The surprise came as she was leaving her conversation with the dog owner she turned and recognized ME. My wife joined us and the three of us had a friendly conversation.
Anyway, the upshot to this is that in this often lonely time we are living through, a chance encounter sweeps away a lot of dusty cobwebs.
Age? Gender? Race? Intelligence? Wealth?
Or perhaps none of the above.
And if it’s “none of the above”, what then?
After the last few days of widespread, sometimes violent, protests about the George Floyd killing and the economic devastation brought on by Covid-19, I tried to find a couple of recent photographs that might sum up my current feelings. Here they are.
We live in Boston. I used to think it was a pretty intelligent, enlightened place. No more.
Since the virus hit and George Floyd was murdered, this place is going nuts.
It seems like centuries have passed since anybody in Washington has made an intelligent decision. I’m totally fed up with the current “gotcha” style of politics. There is a huge global emergency right now! A humane intellect is not in charge.