Today, at 8 a.m. Nova Scotia locked down. Off and on for the past year we’ve had some minor restrictions on travel, the number of people we could gather with, and the number of stores/services that were available to us. But things started to go sideways a couple of weeks ago. A trip to see our offspring and twin grankids in NB went the way of the DODO bird. A few days ago my gig as Writer In Residence that was supposed to start this weekend at Joggins Fossil Cliffs was put on hold for at least a month. Then, with the province-wide lockdown news this morning, instead of hosting a birthday lunch today for my best friend and two other women, that plan went AWOL.
My most recent photo shoot was of bursting maple buds. This one is out of focus. That’s how I feel for the first time during the pandemic. Out of focus. It’s all a bit surealistic.
I’m not mad. I’m not sad. I’m not anxious. I’m simply out of focus.