It has now been about 3 months since we voluntarily went into lock-down to try to avoid contracting this horrible virus. At this point, more than 115,000 Americans have died in this pandemic, in great part because our leaders denied that this was a problem. Who knows how different things might have been with better leadership, but I guess that we will never know. So far, Elaine and I have avoided the disease, but it has been very difficult being in the house almost non-stop. I do get out nearly every morning to ride my bike for about 20-30 miles, but that is pretty much the extent of my outside experience. We have not seen our grandchildren in person since February and we miss them terribly. Thank goodness for FaceTime and Zoom, else we might have slashed our wrists in this regard. And I still dread the possibility of contracting Coronavirus, since those over 65 with some of the health problems that I have seem to be at the greatest risk of death from the disease.
Photography has been virtually non-existent, though I have taken a few photos now and then, but serious travel is out of the question. We had a wonderful 50th anniversary celebration scheduled for the Aspen Wine and Food Festival this month and that was canceled weeks ago. Our glorious celebration may turn out to be ordering a pizza for delivery that night. In addition to this, I have developed a series of medical problems that are not major, but need to be taken care of and are simply difficult to deal with under the circumstances. This year will go down as a total loss, I’m afraid, especially photographically. Since I don’t have all that many years of truly active life ahead of me, losing any time is truly painful. But all one can do is keep hanging in there and hope for the best.
Everglades Sunrise, Parkland, Florida 2020