Covid Memories — It’s Not All Bad, Even When It’s Bad
fear is further away when you are walking in the landscape, and for a little while, we didn’t want to live in fear.
Life has inertia. It rolls on even when we tell it to stop. I make pictures and tell stories, and that keeps me busy and gives me a sense of purpose in the world. But now, that world has gone away. We told it to come to an end a couple of weeks ago, and it did. That makes sense, of course, it just doesn’t “make sense” to the me that is always doing things. I’ve been struggling in this new world, afraid every minute I’m going to make a miss-step and die but finding it necessary to go out into the world or be overwhelmed by the sadness of doing nothing.
Just before they announced Shelter in Place for Los Angeles, my wife and I drove down to Desert Hot Springs and spent three days in the desert. That would be me, 78 and my wife, 69, prime targets for the invisible enemy, right? We took a chance that we knew enough about staying safe to beat the odds, and as of this writing, it seems we were right. I’ll neither brag nor bore you with the precautions we took; they don’t…
