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I write these words from a new, uncharted land. The kids are transfixed by various screens around the house and I’m on my third and final cup of black coffee. I've been in contact with the KAGE gang through Basecamp, as we all try and make sense of realities that are eerily similar, despite the distance that separates most of us. Our friend Jonas is on the front lines. He doesn’t have the luxury of watching this unfold from a secluded home, hoping the black angel skips over a couple of streets. He’s a doctor first. Images must now recede to the background. For the rest of us, safety should be the one and only concern. I saw people in a news segment, partying on a beach in Florida a few days ago—Spring Break, you see. Three young girls were interviewed and while they admitted concern, they said it shouldn’t alter their vacation plans. Priorities are important after all. An older couple pointed to the crowded beach as proof nothing was wrong—as if crowds have ever been right about anything. And then another man said he felt safe because they were on sand most of the time. We all have our coping mechanisms, but some of them are just plain wrong. As some of you probably know, I’m keeping a diary of sorts on the blog. I don’t expect it to be interesting...it’s a way to cope and keep lines open. To force creativity and thought as well, which may be essential anchors going forward. Life in the time of coronavirus. Love in the time of coronavirus. Photography in the time of coronavirus. We will get through this.
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