I bought a new role of film. 
Before March 22nd
It changed the light. 
The way the colours looked.

Here are some photos
Of empty spaces, but they’re full 
of people.
maybe not now
but before
and after

Maybe we seek the idyll in photographic form because it takes us away from the perpetual cycle of
reality
for a moment
or does it?

These photos represent a reality, constructed for a moment but reflect a memory that is a greater reality. I realise also that despite reflecting lockdown, they are all places outside of the house. Some taken in deep lockdown on a daily walk, others are moments of first meetings. I think then, that they reflect the lockdown I want myself to see I have lived in. The beauty of lockdown opposed to the tears, arguments, claustrophobia, comparison, too much time spent on my phone, books read.

The slowness, in parts, is reflected in these photos, as are the immortalised moments with friends. When I think about the actual assembly of the ‘lockdown scrapbook’ that I keep promising I will make, I know I’ll print out pictures from my phone to add. The mundanity of days but also the fullness. As we search for fragments of normal life, perhaps the lockdown scrapbook should be more aptly named ‘2020’.

As I wake and read the unbearable lightness of being 
These photos are a representation
They are light 
They are heavy
Of words not expressed through an empty field 

Yet there are moments here 
Of people 
Speaking about important things 
In the empty spaces

Have you taken more photos during lockdown and if so, what of?