A few months into the pandemic, around the middle of summer, I was getting bored. Not bored in terms of nothing to do, but surprisingly, I was getting tired of ads. After watching hours of YouTube and Snapchat every day for months, the ads that I saw became repetetive, and I was really getting tired of them. I was noticing the ads more than the videos I was watching, and I just got tired of it. As a result, I started moving towards more fulfilling things, like being out in nature and playing music on my piano. Surprisingly, I didn't force myself to do these things like I did in the beginning of the pandemic, but they just came naturally to me. The crumpled up magazine page in the corner represents my rejection of advertisements, and the central focus of my piano represents moving on to higher, more fulfilling, natural things.
October 6, 2020
Something important that happened to me this week was a safety reminder. We had a beautiful gentle snow fall, lots of it. I went out at night and took some pictures...first time for photography at night. It wasn’t too cold, and all was quiet. I was so pleased about the shots I was getting and felt like a real photographer, for once in the right place at the right time. Next day we shoveled, nice light snow so effort required was consistent but not strenuous. By the next day the snow started to melt and the magic of the midnight photo shoot was also beginning to diminish. My “reminder” occurred the next day when I went for my daily “walk and talk”. That is my pandemic routine combining exercise and socialization where I call a socially isolated friend and chat on the phone while I walk. It was a glorious sunny day and I was completely immersed in the conversation and missed (well, I didn’t miss it, I hit it) a big clod of grass a snow plow had thrown up on the street. I was concentrating on the call looking at the phone one second and down on the ground watching my phone skitter across the ground the next. It was one of those slow motion falls ....oooohhhhh nnnooooo...... completely my fault...but ultimately so much gratitude... I did not hit my head, did not lose the phone down the rain drain, and being winter in New England was dressed in lots of layers. I was lucky, suffering a few minor bruises along with a bruised ego and some very very sore ribs. The ego is fine, but the ribs will take much more time and remind me every day that “keep your eyes on the road”, is an apt phrase to remember not just when driving!
January 13, 2021