"You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget." -The Road
It's been over a month, nearly two, since the morning the double tractor trailer blocked four lanes of traffic to deliver its load of 10 to 30 tombstones. I have lost hold on the number of stones, and it's the trucker's pivot across the road that I remember. I regretted for weeks not having a camera in the passenger seat.
It's been a week or so since a masked young man on a bike looked out over the same traffic, inverted homeward, 7pm. He had a pet rabbit sitting in bike's trailer hitch. I could have snapped the photo but I didn't want to upset his serenity.
I think about that trucker and that rabbit. The photos not taken. How hard it is to carry. How easy it is to be carried.
"my family doesn't like it if I practice at home"
NOTE: This is the second time in slightly over a year that I have encountered --and reported-- hate speech graffiti within a certain park system. I do not condone it, particularly as someone who is of ethnic groups whom these bigots target. I took the photo as documentation, which presents a useful counterpoint to the other photos I have been taking-- detached observations or joyous personal moments. I am happy to say that the hate speech has now been removed. I'm lucky that I was in a position to talk with law enforcement about the situation in a safe way. I also feel grateful, looking back, that I could then just go about the rest of my day and not have to remediate it myself..
I am observing the COVID era from the comfort of my suburban neighborhood.