I have lost a camera to the salt water on the East Coast. I've had one stolen from me while out taking photos on my bicycle. It was a crime that I was never able to report. I like to believe that young man is now a photographer, even though I know he probably is not. I've dropped other cameras with frequency enough to cause dings and scrapes, but not enough to hinder my picture taking ability. Today, my wrist strap gives way and my camera hits the beach in a fit of clicking. Sand permeates the lens and that is the end of this all too delicate picture taking device. At least I had already been looking toward getting a new one.
Due to the constraints of social distancing during the virus, the lingering, the mind wandering, the carefree enjoyment is short. These things are cherished to the extent that I am able to cherish them at this point and time. I continue to hang on to hope for what knowledge and good can be gained from passing the crossroads of pandemic and protest.