life in lockdown

It's 15 days since I last posted, about Covid-19, and in that time the world has been upended. On a Macro scale things have become nightmarish, with hundreds dying in every country, and society as we knew it (certainly in the West) changing out of all recognition. The Macro, informs the Micro, of course, and individually our lives and routines have had to change and adapt too. But amongst the wholesale changes, I've managed to hold on to a few familiar things. I suspect we've all latched on to certain things that are still available and familiar and make us feel more secure in uncertain times. For me, my morning exercises (after coffee) are something that I can continue with, speaking with family and friends, texting and emailing continues too (perhaps more frequently now). Listening to the radio. Gazing out of the window at trees and clouds, a simple pleasure I've always enjoyed and can continue to enjoy. And walking is still allowed to us too, in fact it's encouraged, as long as we stay local to home, and do it in isolation or with family members. This isn't a hardship for me. I'm used to going for a stroll on my own, I use the time as thinking time, to work on a knotty problem. Or, conversely to clear my head of a knotty problem. It's easy to forget how important such a simple freedom as walking the neighbourhood streets, or parkland, or woodland is, until there is a hint of a suggestion that it might be taken away from you. Luckily it hasn't come to that yet in the UK, though I know it has in other countries, which is why it shouldn't be taken for granted.

All of this is by way of introducing another in a very occasional series of weird wooden sculptures encountered on a walk through a wood.

Photo is the author's own