I just don’t seem to have the energy for my photography these days. I need to find that spark again. I’m trying to find it, but world events are so overwhelming.
Thinking about how our work is so disrupted, and how the heck we are going to stick handle the fall programs in a world where I have to worry about potential health risks to staff where I usually am more concerned with the health of the fish we all work with. How are we going to continue a number of conservation programs without some critical support that may be sidelined?
Yes, we are distancing ourselves from others.
Yes, we are caught up in a pandemic storm of proportions we can hardly comprehend and the economy is tanking.
But it could always be worse….those that lost their fight against the virus, those who are clinging to life on ventilators….they show us that things could be so much worse.
So this is all I can muster today for a photo. A crappy photo, with my iPhone, from my perch on the back deck. And I can see how much work the yard still needs too.
A little more solitude than I am used to is not really much of a hardship compared to what some others are suffering.
Stay well everyone.
Updated: And then, 20 minutes or so after I write this, I get an email telling me that the forest fire I saw on the news earlier is threatening one of my hatcheries. So now I am sick about the staff, the fish, and the site, at a time when we are running skeleton crews because of a pandemic virus.
The worst case scenario is that the staff evacuate and we lose all of the stocks of fish that they worked so back-breakingly hard to collect, on challenging river systems, in challenging weather conditions.
I spoke too soon….I knew things could be worse….
Fuck.
(106/365)
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