An act of recording is a means to not forget, to be present and also remember. I am here; I am alive; I stand in this place and my heart is open. Pelicans fly by, majestic. I click away but their pace is quick and their spirits not easily captured. The prize is their presence.
Tracking time seems entirely arbitrary now, but I still try to remember the day, the month, the year. Spring and summer pass in isolation from a once known reality. Everything is called into question, for good reason. Patience is a virtue most desired, and, for many, newly nurtured.
This day reminds me of days spent on my bicycle, and how I once landed here by happenstance. The world is entirely different now, but my essence feels secure and constant. I stand where I stood then, taking some of the same photographs. I challenge myself to look in different directions. There is always something new to see and a deeper measure of understanding. I look out; I look in.