Like all of you, I spent both the winter season and spring cooped up at home social distancing, self-quarantining and losing partial sanity.
During the three months of lockdown I went through the same stages as you probably did. First, in-denial: I couldn’t believe all the new rules and precautions we were demanded to follow. Then, obsession: I watched the news and relentlessly scrolled through social media becoming even more flabbergasted. Thirdly, acceptance: I realised there’s nothing I could do except make the best of my time.
So I did (or tried to)
Realistically I wasn’t as productive, or well-balanced as I care to admit. However, looking back I had so many honest and enlightening conversations with my family that I was O.K with slack in my physical, financial, and creative pursuits.
That isn’t to say I gave up on those pursuits all together, instead they took on a different feel.
My time in Rhode Island proved to be nothing like I expected it to be. Instead it was completely spontaneous granted the circumstance the entire world found itself in.
Down below is a full collection that documents my time in Bristol, Rhode Island
- Mt. Hope Farm & Church Cove
- Portra 400 Film Selects
- Track on Chestnut Street
- Rainy afternoon walk at Colt State
- Breath of Fresh Air
- A walk down the block
Photos taken between March and May of 2020.
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