June 18, 2021

I took this photo a year ago today, when Trump was still president, the pandemic was still new, and I was just becoming acclimated to isolation. It seems to me that, completely by accident, my camera caught the brittle fragility of that terrifying moment.

If you had told me then that a year later, we would have a hideous official death toll of more than 600,000, but also a new president who had enabled us all to be vaccinated, and that we would be celebrating a new federal holiday, the Juneteenth Day of Observance, that honors American freedom on the anniversary of the day in 1865 that enslaved Americans in Galveston, Texas, learned they were free, I would not have dared to hope you were telling the truth.

And yet, here we are.

It feels like we have lived a century in the past year.

Today, I tried to pick up my Boston life again-- somewhat unsuccessfully: what's with all that traffic?!-- and it got the better of me. I'm going to fall into bed.

But tomorrow is another day.

Happy Juneteenth.