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I am a health care professional and these times are very challenging emotionally. I am so thankful to have an emotional outlet
This view of the Danforth was taken not far from yesterday's photo. This would ordinarily have been the early afternoon rush hour with streams of cars leaving downtown. If there is any good news here, it is that people are taking the public health recommendations about the COVID-19 state of emergency seriously. (Also, it made jay walking a breeze.)
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fotowedstrijd Columbus 2021
Schiermonnikoog bij laagwater
De jachthaven van Schiermonnikoog is uitzonderlijk. Met de fiets of te voet kun je er altijd wel komen, maar om er per boot te komen moet het geen laagwater zijn. Ben je te laat dan blijf je in de toegangspriel steken en kan er met een beetje pech dus niemand meer langs. Er zijn ook schippers die op voorhand kiezen om buiten te blijven, maar ook daarvoor moet je rekening houden met het getij. Ben je te laat, dat kom je niet meer op de plaat en loop je het risico om in de blubberige prielrand te blijven steken. Het landschap van schepen op het drooggevallen wad is dynamisch, elke dag weer anders. Wat niet anders is, zijn de lepelaars die dagelijks komen foerageren in de priel, tenminste als de vogels in het land zijn. In februari arriveren ze vanuit hun winterverblijfplaats langs de West-Afrikaanse kust. In september/oktober houden ze het bij ons weer voor gezien. Dan trekken ze via de Franse en Spaanse moerassen weer terug naar zuidelijker streken. Elke najaar weer. Dat zijn heel wat vlieguren en mijlen in een jaar. Petje af.
An hour after the public schools were closed for 2 weeks, all the registers were open and all the lines were long.
Six months ago who would have thought Sunday would be mask-washing day? When we return home from an outing we drop the mask in a shopping bag in the entryway. Yesterday the bag was full. Time to wash up for the week to come.
We don't wear masks in the immediate neighbourhood where most people step aside to protect social distance, but we always wear them on busier sidewalks and in stores.
.... Proof of vaccination required to enter Filmores, a famed strip club, located in downtown Toronto ....
So Flickr wants to document COVID 19. Don't worry, it's not a real gun. I'm not that bad. And it's a crap shot. But has anyone else gone a bit screwy in this pandemic thing?
In my view the greatest effect of the Coronavirus pandemic has been to Mental Health. Greater even than all the deaths. For whilst there have been an estimated 4 million deaths from a world population of 7.9 billion, Covid has affected most of that 7900 million people in some way or another. I have no facts on it and can only surmise based on my own experience, albeit living a reasonably priviliged life in the UK. I’ve been lucky. I’ve not knowingly been infected with Covid, nor anyone else in my family. I’ve kept my reasonably well paid job without any time on furlough. The business has performed quite strongly in difficult times. I’m also fairly well off and have been able to have many freedoms and opportunities many in society have never been afforded. I’ve not had to worry about money, or food, or having a home to live in. But I have been affected by Covid.
How? It started in April 2020 as I arrived back home from Iceland and went into isolation at home, not even sharing a bed with my wife who is ‘vulnerable’. I had to start working from home the next morning with no means to do my job. It took time to discover and get set up on AnyDesk so I could use my home PC as if I were at work. But my job, often moving critical materials around the world depends on international flights. With so many aircraft grounded worldwide almost immediately I had no idea who could carry essential goods like ships spares, PPE, and vital chemicals for research laboratories. I often resorted to looking at FlightRadar24 to see if there were any aircraft over Africa or South America just to see whose planes I could use. Then I had to check with airlines that they had a service and check pricing. With no passengers flying, airlines had to re-price to try to justify operating passenger planes to carry cargo, but without any passenger revenue. But I had to email every enquiry to airline staff who had fled home to escape the risk of infection in busy offices. It was painfully slow to get answers and find solutions to get cargo around the world. And it was very expensive too. Rates were often four times as much as pre-Covid (still are) but some were 10 or 20 times what we had been used to paying. There seemed no limit to it. I had worked in an office for the previous 38 years and was used to asking a question to a colleague nearby. sat in my own little office at home with a hastily made desk constructed from an upturned wooden pallet, stencilled with "Return to FUK". I was so isolated, a backlog of emails requesting delivery solutions around the world building up and creating pressure and stress on me. So many simply couldn’t be fulfilled as I couldn’t get answers. I sat from morning to night hunched in a chair too tall to fit under the desk, so that my ankles swelled up. I took to short walks, around the estate where I live or down onto the local golf course, walking wide of people I encountered. We were so scared of catching deadly Covid with deaths increasing rapidly each day. 250 one day, 500 the next, 800 on another, and then a 1000 deaths. In one day. And it kept climbing, 1250, 1450, 1700 and then it almost got to 2000. It seemed that if you caught Covid and ended up in hospital there was only a 50/50 chance you would survive. We religiously wiped down the shopping that was delivered to the door. We barely stepped outside. We stood on the doorstep on a Thursday night and clapped and cheered for the NHS. Trying to make the loudest noise, I broke several saucepans banging them so hard together. It was the only thing that made us smile. For everything else was depressing. You can’t do this, you can’t do that, you’re not allowed to. Not even things like getting exercise and fresh air in the countryside. I lost track of time. Days became weeks, then months and even years. A fog of lost memories. When was that, when did I last???? The mind crumbled under a wall of fear, threats, and “it’s just….”
•It’s just a mask.
•It’s just two metres
-It's just a toilet roll
•It’s just two weeks.
•It’s just two months.
•It’s just non-essential businesses.
•It’s just non-essential workers.
•It’s just a bar.
•It’s just a restaurant.
•It’s just no happy birthday, no shared cakes
•It’s just some markings on the floor and temporary screens
•It’s just so you can travel
•It’s just Stay at home
•It’s just to keep others from being scared.
•It’s just for some areas
•It’s just to flatten the curve.
•It’s just for tracing
•It’s just to keep from overwhelming the hospitals.
•It’s just Hands Face Space
•It’s just until the cases go down.
•It’s just to save your granny
•It’s just so you can send your kids to school
•It’s just for a few more weeks.
•It’s just Gyms, spas and salons and sport
•it’s just three months of lockdown
•it’s just an app
•It’s just to let others know who you’ve been with
•It’s just to let people know you’re safe to be around.
•it’s just face checking not censorship
•It’s just so you can vote
•It’s just government guidance
•It’s just for your sake
•It’s just so you can go to a concert
•it’s just scientific fact
•It’s just a swab
•It’s just a jab
•It’s just because of the second wave
•It’s just another lockdown
•It’s just four more weeks
•It’s just Christmas cancelled
•It’s just a facility to keep you separate from the others
•It’s just schools, they can do it from home
•It’s almost a year, it will be better
•It’s just for medical information
•It’s just mandatory
•It’s just to store your medical information
•It’s just your car registration being checked to see if you are local
•it’s just better we keep it this way
•It’s just the law now
•It’s not just. It’s unjust
•It’s all a mask, but for what?
•It’s just the way it’s gonna be.
•It’s just shite
•It’s just the new normal
Day after day the news was nothing but morbid government projections and statistics. And apparent science. Although my son was already buying Ivermectin as a cure for Covid in May 2020. Someone knew all along. We had a deluge of experts who apparently knew “Fuck all about Covid” but spoke with the authority of science.. More common sense was available from ordinary folk on the streets of Britain. But most did mostly as they were told. A few did exactly as they were told. Some of them died too. There were no rules for Covid. It mutated, changed and spread. A precise list of symptoms was never fixed. Trump didn’t tell people to drink bleach. But he said the virus started in a lab in Wuhan. But people were scared of Covid and scared of rules. And scared of other people.
Do you remember all these things? Or has your mind been fugged? No notable events in the year to remember the passage through the months, the activities, the events, holidays, anniversaries, that give a pattern and structure to each year. Two uncelebrated birthdays in lockdown. a forgotten Christmas. Cancelled and postponed holidays. Weddings. Did it seem that all wars in the world had mysteriously ceased? Covid was our war. As significant in some ways as the Great Wars of the 20th century and before. Separation and isolation from great friends wounded me most, like a soldier who's deserted in a social wilderness.
Do I have PTSD, ground down by the fatigue and repetition, confusion, conspiracy theories, loneliness and desperation and the need to survive? Or something else? We wore builder’s dust masks on the flight back from Iceland joking at how funny and ridiculous we felt. I’m not laughing now.
P.S. Do you remember the Nightingale Hospitals????
So, for Mr Flickr. My memories of Covid 19? I dunno. I’m just fugged.
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Electronic display sign normally used for traffic management displays COVID19-related advice on an almost deserted Chichester Street in Belfast CIty Centre.
I am conditioned to big numbers. They're my thing. I don't blink.
Numbers on a page, in a spreadsheet, in a formula are one thing; easily rationalised.
This is another thing. Everyone of these painted hearts isn't a number. Each was just a single digit in the enumeration of the COVID dead. Except each digit was just a placeholder for a life lost and each their stories, what made up each one is orders and orders of magnitude as a multiplier to this simple head count.
Think of the relationships, the social networks, the health of entire communities impacted.
I blinked.
Feel like I've had a bit of a kicking today. Aching everywhere, tiredness and a banging headache so it's been a day on the sofa. Thanks immune system. Good to know you’re doing your stuff. 👍 Short term pain for long term gain so can’t complain about a few minor aches and pains. At least Wilma has kept me company ❤️
.... Your behavior in public sets the stage for where this invisible enemy goes, let's do our best to stop its insidious spread ....
Aigrette d'un pissenlit
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Fleur de Pissenlit
Toi, ma petite fleur oublié
Souvenir au fond d'un grenier,
Tu pleure toute ta tristesse
Au milieu des champs de son Altesse.
Tu vis toujours en portes closes
Exclue de la poésie en vers ou en prose,
Toi l'éternelle mal aimé
Que les poètes ont toujours oublié.
Tu te vois toujours comme laideur,
Assumes toi dans toute ta splendeur;
Aucune fleur ne te ressemble,
Tu es trésor au milieu d'un ensemble.
Tu te sens peut-être un peu démunie,
Sans beauté et sans harmonie
Mais sous l’œil d'un poète averti,
Ta beauté sera toujours ennoblie.
Impoésie