Covert Photos Diary
This image is the cover of a new album I am commencing tomorrow. The album will be my "Covert Photos Diary". That is, all the photographs I take covertly, when I am supposed to be locked up at home. I do not have the virus. I am quite certain I will not get the virus. And I will not allow my freedom to use my camera to be taken away lightly.
* I will follow all the rules of safe social distancing.
* I wash my hands.
* I do not associate with members of the public on my photographic trips.
But I will not be held under virtual house arrest.
This afternoon from about four to eight I travelled to George Town and stopped along the way to shoot anything that took my interest (my photo count was 286 by the way). The only person I spoke to at all was the take away shop owner from whom I bought a coffee. Poor lady, her business is dissolving before her very eyes.
When I taught public policy at university this crisis was an extreme example of what we called, "A wicked problem" (i.e. whatever decision is made will cause immense hardship and suffering). Every link in the chain of this disaster is wicked beyond our wildest imaginings.
Some people are dying, sadly, but many more are being ruined and will not come back from this in a completely reconfigured world economy. And spare a thought for our youth (the least threatened by the virus) who are having their future mortgaged away from them by their governments. Somebody has to say it!
Covert Photos Diary
This image is the cover of a new album I am commencing tomorrow. The album will be my "Covert Photos Diary". That is, all the photographs I take covertly, when I am supposed to be locked up at home. I do not have the virus. I am quite certain I will not get the virus. And I will not allow my freedom to use my camera to be taken away lightly.
* I will follow all the rules of safe social distancing.
* I wash my hands.
* I do not associate with members of the public on my photographic trips.
But I will not be held under virtual house arrest.
This afternoon from about four to eight I travelled to George Town and stopped along the way to shoot anything that took my interest (my photo count was 286 by the way). The only person I spoke to at all was the take away shop owner from whom I bought a coffee. Poor lady, her business is dissolving before her very eyes.
When I taught public policy at university this crisis was an extreme example of what we called, "A wicked problem" (i.e. whatever decision is made will cause immense hardship and suffering). Every link in the chain of this disaster is wicked beyond our wildest imaginings.
Some people are dying, sadly, but many more are being ruined and will not come back from this in a completely reconfigured world economy. And spare a thought for our youth (the least threatened by the virus) who are having their future mortgaged away from them by their governments. Somebody has to say it!