"I survived every decade of 2020"
Every day had been the same. The surface shifted—vaccines in development; marathons run on balconies; if you could work, you worked—but underneath, nothing changed. Where you stood when lockdown started, you stood for months. I was in a bad relationship, and time was broken.
Finally, it was August
Outdoor spaces were opening, carefully, and we poured onto them. Strangers were barely more than walking threats, but it was safe enough for our annual family trip to Salisbury Beach (the working person's Cape Cod).
These pictures' character is physical. A pinhole lens, like a virus, can't focus. It forced the shutter open for long periods, sometimes up to a second. I pushed my camera's sensitivity literally to its breaking point, creating such intense grain that the closer you look, the less it holds together.
Kind of like what was happening to us.
