The concept of time feels warped. It’s another facet of Lockdown. The weeks drift by alarmingly fast (we’re back to Monday again when I clean a bathroom), and yet the individual days seem to drag. It helps to keep busy. I get up quite early and have about ninety minutes of quietness when I can read or write without any interruption. And that time seems to fly by.
Lockdown is easing, but it could so easily become one step forward and two steps backward. Children returned to school today, another major step on the way to some sort of normal.
One of the things I have missed the most is regular days out up in London visiting Exhibitions. This was shot at an exhibition of Antony Gormley’s work (a sculptor) last year. I took a number of shots of this sculpture which consisted of a set of interconnecting cubes with the occasional shaft of light piercing the otherwise gloomy interior.
As creative artists we only thrive when we have access to the work of other artists. A quote that I remember well by Alain Briot (French photographer, writer and teacher) sums this up very well. He sad: “Creativity is an input-output, import-export business. You have to be in contact with other artists … in order to foster creativity.” So very true.
I’m getting bolder, one day soon I must summon the courage to get on a train. There’s an exhibition of Andy Warhol I really would like to see.
Thank you so much to all those who have got back in touch. I value the interaction. I must start viewing as well as posting.
LensScaper 
Good photo and yes, I know how you feel, I dare not face the world yet
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Hi Paula. The hardest step is putting one’s first toe in the water, metaphorically. Thankfully we live in an area where most people are very sensible and follow the rules. I’m getting bolder but staying very safe.
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Good for you, Andy
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I hesitate to say much about my life these days, as both the number of cases and the fear level have declined substantially in my area, and most people are going about their business relatively normally. Granted, I keep a mask handy for grocery shopping and such, but otherwise, there isn’t anything I want to do that I can’t do. When the public restrooms at the state parks opened again, I certainly celebrated! I was working near an elementary school yesterday, and heard the hubbub of children at play during recess — it was the most wonderful sound in the world.
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Our new cases are on the rise again and towns and parts of cities are back into temporary lockdown. Restrooms are a problem. Going out for a day requires there to be a restroom en route. But that means accessing a pub, restaurant or cafe. That means ‘risk, goes up and not all restrooms are smart and clean. Life is beset with problems requiring solutions. Us men can manage, but ladies need to contemplate a degree of dehydration of the are to manage without a restroom for several hours.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts…I miss seeing art in person too, very much. It’s frustrating. The photo shows the inspiration we get by going to museums and galleries. One day! Take care and cherish that early morning time. 🙂
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Thanks Lynn.
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Like you, I must summon the courage to get on a train. … I miss London
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If I get to London, I’m not travelling on the underground!
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Oh no, nor me!
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