Portraits of America
Another anniversary not so worthy of celebration
I heard on some news broadcast this morning that today marks four years since the first covid death in America. We all remember the palpable uncertainty in every passing minute during those days, there is a bit of it still now. With the international stage feeling like an unhinged and gruesome variety show, I personally find refocusing my lens from the wide angle view back to my more macro concerns increasingly difficult.
So on yet another cold and rainy afternoon, with the lingering headache this week’s virus has kindly left me as a parting gift, I turned off the podcasts and the streaming services for a few hours and found myself meandering through my photo archive from March to June 2020.
Some captures were like familiar friends I was happy to see, other frames I had forgotten about completely, some I never edited at all—I left them raw and unrealized. So I revisited, and a little story began to appear: Portraits of America. Funny how often cars and vinyl siding feature.
Voila. A little stroll down some lane from four years ago. I sense some things haven’t changed a bit.
Great eye, love them; however,.................... most look lonely! keep on keeping on!
Boy, I love that image of the vine crawling on the air conditioner and the mold on the siding. Miss you Gus....