6 February 2020
One of the (mostly) beneficial aspects of these interminable lockdowns has been the enforced periods of reflection. Lots of time to spend looking at old photographs and sometimes even making new ones.
In December 2019, back when we had no idea what was ahead of us, I moved into a house in South Dublin, just a few streets away from the Grand Canal.
This 128km long waterway became an outdoor lifeline as Covid-19 changed our world. I would walk and run the banks as our world shrunk, the length of my canal shrinking down to less than 10km. All the while I would take photographs, not documenting so much as reassuring, finding some stability in a world turned upside down.
This was one of the first of the photos. I was on my way to work, back when work was a 30 minute walk away rather than the dining room table, on a cold February morning. The virus hadn't reached us yet and we were still filled with a naive optimism that things were gonna be just fine. And this was how we all worked into the future together.
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