04 . 27 . 20
PHOTOS & WRITING | AIDAN T. E. GALASSETTI
Since holing up in D. C. with my parents we've committed to daily walks around the block. 10, 30, 60 minute ambles through the neighborhood designed to stymie the looming cabin fever sitting in the corners of our house like a daddy long legs.
These walks generally commence with buoyant conversations that slowly, inevitably drift into wanting chats regarding the creative endeavors we used to do or could be doing - chats inconspicuously encouraging us to look elsewhere for inspiration. Sometimes when change happens unhurriedly it's tough to perceive and you find yourself looking for novelty in places it won't appear.
We decided to try and shift gears. We started looking here instead of looking there. Started talking about the moment instead of talking about the past. From jettisoned N-95 masks lying crumpled on the floor to delivery instructions taped a little bit skewed on doors, slowly, change had accumulated on every block of our neighborhood. We picked up our camera and walked slowly around the block, sure to take note of the ordinary details we might otherwise ignore. When you look a little bit harder and a little bit longer, unfailingly, there is always life to be seen.
