A diminished life

No political actions. No people telling their stories. 

Sue’s garden on weekends. This is so NOT who I am as a photographer, but the lines are there, the shapes, the light and shadow. 

Sue said, “This is totally out of your league. Blip it.” So here you are.

As I scroll through other journals, I see we are all wondering who we are in this radically different world, how long it will be like this, who we will be when it's over (if it's ever over), what we can make of a diminished life. Like Robert Frost’s “Oven Bird.”