Photography: Summer in Quarantined New York Part 10
The other day, I had started to feel overwhelmingly anxious. My heart and my thoughts were racing uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to calm myself. Because I have the comfort of a few days under my belt, I have to admit that a couple of things just hit me harder than I expected:
- Chadwick Boseman’s tragic and unexpected death (at least to the public’s eyes). He was 43 and I turned 41 earlier back in March.
- A dear friend and patron had a near fatal heart attack. Thankfully for her sake and that of her family’s, she’s recovering — and she’s grateful to be alive.
But as I was about to say, I had to go to the supermarket to get a few things — beer for me and some household odds and ends. Thankfully, the supermarket is a short three block walk form my apartment but I was feeling so uneasy and uncertain about it that I was about to turn back home. Somehow I managed to muscle through it and get all of the things I needed and wanted on my list without freaking out or fainting.
After putting my groceries away, I was in a desperate need for a walk although I didn’t know where exactly I was going to walk. I took my camera and my headphones with the hopes that I would see something that would capture my eye. And while I did catch some things that caught my eye, a good portion of my walk wasn’t even a walk; I wound up sitting on a park bench and listening to Slowdive‘s sublime 2017 self-titled album with my eyes closed and a gentle breeze washing over me. It was glorious and centering in a way that I hadn’t felt in some time.
There hasn’t been a Quarantine Playlist in some time, so check that out and then check out some photos below.