This rather poignant, hopeful sign sits on a Washington Street on the edge of Downtown Crossing. On it flashes various messages relating to the virus. My wife was particularly drawn to this one. She’s photographing it for her diary.
It’s getting to be quite popular lately. I’m embarrassed to say that my grubby blue one is not nearly keeping up with the fashionistas around here, like this lady.
Here in the U.S., patience seems to be in pretty short supply these days. We’ve got a president who wants COVID-19 to disappear quickly so he announces that he wants less testing in order to get the country to think things are getting better more quickly than they are. We’ve got governors opening their states up too soon. Finally, unaccountably, some of us have stopped wearing masks because we’re convinced we’ve worn them long enough and any longer impinges on our political freedom.
Patience, where art thou?
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.
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……
I have no idea who he is. I think it might have been taken somewhere around the main branch of the Boston Public Library because of the marble and iron background. It doesn’t matter. His facial expression accurately captures the general mood around here.
Early today this old man was waiting for the light at the intersection of Beacon and Joy streets in Boston. (He has a cane in his right hand which you can’t see.) When the light changed in his favor he seemed not to notice it for quite a while, barely making it across before the light changed back again.
I tell you this because I think old people, a group I’m definitely a part of, are having a hard time with this lockdown. Death draws nears yet we have little choice but to stay still and wait for it.
This photograph is of a runner who has briefly paused her workout to stretch. She’s looking back the way she came as if someone or something is following her. I find the image to be an easy illustration of what we all currently feel about the virus. Things will of course eventually get better but, for now, the fear persists.