2021 isn’t really what it was supposed to be. Or maybe it was, and we were just in denial. Probably the latter. It seems as if we’ve come to accept the fate of humanity at this point, or at least the indefinite suspension of normalcy. In many ways it’s strange to discover just how quickly the exceptional can become the norm.
Below are a collection of pictures that I’ve taken in dribs and drabs over the past few months. They are mostly made up of a sharp contrast of indoors music gear and wintery scenes… which is probably a fairly accurate depiction of life during lockdown. (Not pictured: copius amounts of booze). Motivation has been low, as has material worthy of turning my lens towards. Most days I barely leave the house, never mind take a camera out. Hopefully the next instalment in this series will see a change, but I’m not holding my breath. One wonders how many more years I’ll be posting updates like this, increasingly dubious of any improvement. Living through a slow apocalypse isn’t quite how I imagined it to be.