Early this week I took my camera and went to a stroll after work to Riverside park. I noticed that there wasn't anybody there obviously because of covid. But then I realized that I was able to take certain pictures because of covid. I noticed as a freelance photographer that creativity opened another door for me due to covid, this shot was when I was walking towards the park and noticed there was no-one in the frame and I came up with an idea to take a picture to create one.
November 3, 2020
This is the 17th day of being flat on a bed, mine or hospital. I'm home now, supposedly better but walking across three rooms of the house brings on fits of gasping for air. I didn't need to be - and here's another thing, I just forgot the word where you're intubated with an air hose - it didn't get to that point. When I went to the emergency room I hadn't had anything to eat in six days. My mind was (and remains) a mess. They asked me if I'd had a bowel movement lately and I stalled them by replying "not sure". I had a vague idea what the process entailed - I pictured valves - and started to Google "bowel movement" before I remembered. I'm trying to get whatever thought structures I used to employ to work again. It requires air so I sit at my desk for long stretches waiting for enough - what - air pressure to build and a thought to appear? The worst: I still have nightmares of the food they brought me. They'd set down the tray, I'd uncover and do the big reveal. It would be the opposite of what I ordered and cold when it was supposed to be hot and hot when it was supposed to be cold. This is nothing though. This is the best of all worlds. My wife just finished Stage 1 breast cancer and I had just gotten back from taking her to her parents in Florida to spend a month recuperating. So she's just had to deal with me long distance away from danger.
February 21, 2021