A photographic diary of my day to day life during the COVID-19 outbreak.

Religious people may consider this whole situation an act of God, something meant to punish us, to eradicate those of us who have sinned. I remember praying when I was younger and attending church - mainly with my nan on Sundays. It was a routine that I outgrew due to lack of faith. If God truly was watching over us as was suggested then why would he let all of this go on? In a way yes, I do agree that this is something meant to change us but not in a bad way. I treat this time as a gift, being able to rest and stay safe with my family, being able to read, create music, write again - something I have not done in a long time. In a way I quite like this simpler way of life, being able total a step back and go at your own pace, being able to heal. I do miss some things. The sound of people’s voices, being free and able to travel, even going to college, all things I took for granted. If anything can be learned from this it is that nothing should be expected. We must appreciate the way we are able to live our lives and the people in it. I feel both glad and frightened that I am still able to leave the house to work: in a way it becomes an escape (all be it a stressful one) but none the less I am grateful for it. I am grateful for being able to paint, to create and to make. I am grateful for the feeling of having the sun on my face. I am grateful for the silence and the noise. I am grateful for myself and my family being in good health. Hopefully this pandemic will make us all more respectful and grateful for the mundane everyday things we are able to do and make us closer as a community. The feeling of belonging and being needed never fails to amaze me and I hope this is one of the things that does not change when this is all over. 

Desmond Tutu

Rollo May