Content with Silence

“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”

― Ansel Adams

It’s been quite a month here. A pandemic and quarantine gave way to a move to my new home in Albuquerque. In the week and a half since my relocation, I’ve slowly settled into a solitary feeling of un-rootedness. Like me, the neighbors have shuttered away. I hear car doors and the odd siren or lawnmower but have yet to meet anyone. I know I’m not alone – we’re all feeling varying degrees of lopsided disorientation in this tipped-over world.

Overstuffed days filled with bleach spray and face masks have slid into a physical and mental bog jumbled with half-unpacked boxes. For the most part, I’ve felt utterly incapable of attending to my photography, choosing to spend delicious swaths of time watching the way the light crawls across the antique glass doorknobs and listening to the cooing of morning doves, knowing on a day like today I’d find my equilibrium and share something beautiful.

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