My hair is getting shaggy and I don’t get dressed until noon most days. My son, blissfully unaware of the goings on, is quite literally, at times, bouncing off the walls. Thank god we at least have a small back yard. Yesterday he ate part of a succulent plant.
It’s April, not that it matters, trying to figure out where the time went. Not complaining, I find the statement cathartic. I’m overwhelmingly fortunate.
My wife is a physician for San Francisco Department of Public Health and is currently in charge of a massive effort to move the staggeringly large population of homeless people off the streets and out of shelters to stem the spread of Covid-19. General consensus is it’s already too late, damage done, the losses will be catastrophic.
No. 0737_03A - Castro Station, September of 2019.
Attempting to reconcile the acute depression and lethargy with the fact that I should be on the street, making pictures. Responsibilities prevail.
Finding the leadership on a national level to be entirely lacking, as well as completely devastating. Thankful that I live in California. I worry for the nation.
Will be making an effort to roll out some new(ish) work that I’ve yet to share, in an effort to stem the boredom, to feel (moderately) productive and to (hopefully) provide some escape, if only temporary, to anyone out there who may be paying attention.
Be safe everyone. Stay healthy.