A morning visitor amidst the sadness
Maybe the biggest protest of all is this young man with a broken hand on one side and a puppy on the other -- pain and purest joy. He picks the puppy up off the street, checks in and nurtures his charge, and looks ahead. Keeps moving.
That's all anyone is asking for -- to be allowed and empowered to live normal lives. To love, To be hurt, To pick up and keep moving.
"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"
My first time at the doctor (thank goodness) since COVID hit.
Times Square felt out of step with time like everything else lately
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 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..