Just a couple of days ago I was reflecting on how long it had been since the start of Isolation. I figured a month or so, but when I looked back through my Lightroom catalogue for the date of the last photos I’d captured in the city, I found it was the best part of seven weeks. And that was a one-off trip into the city, as I’d elected to work from home a week before that. It certainly didn’t feel like 8 weeks since I’d been free to roam my city streets at will.
They say time flies when you’re having fun. I’m not sure I’ve been having fun, but for me at least it hasn’t really been a hardship. I’ve had work to mark the days, although most days I have to think hard to remember what day it is as they all merge into each other. I’m sure I’ll get back into town soon, but until then I’ll have to subsist on memories. Like these, from the last couple of weeks before we all went into hiding.
