Week 5, in a nutshell: we do so much less and are tired so much more. I think maybe it’s living with so much uncertainty? Days stretch long and taut, lacking the elasticity normal routine provided. Remember when we made mental adjustments to busy weekdays and slower weekends? Work requires attention for fewer hours, and weekends are spent home, quiet, so it seems like rested should be the present tense at our house.
Except it isn’t.
Being at ease with the discomfort of the here and now means acknowledging the absence of control. Which is itself uncomfortable. This is where we live, in the midst of the madness. I try to remain grounded by gratitude: for miles to run, for food to make, for work that remains, for health in my home and in our families, for video and calls, for therapy, for friends, for unseasonable warmth, for unseasonable snow. These photographs remind me of the abundance in my life. It’s enough. Truly.
Last week I had the privilege of talking about photography during the pandemic on my friend Jenny Stein’s podcast the Family Photographer. Have a listen if you like. Hope you’re doing well out there, friends, together, apart.
