Voice Crying in the Desert
Social distancing. Voluntary self-quarantine. Restriction of movement. All of these emergency official pronouncements have left streets and sidewalks emptier of the normal flow traffic and pedestrians.
People walk and sit alone more these days.
A walk among the mirrors only distorts reality — hardly a reassuring stroll.
A couple hold hands for comfort and security. Love and affection appear stronger than the fear of contamination.
A cluster of human beings walking in opposite directions.
Father and his son walk toward the crosswalks. Freed from the tension inside the shuttered household.
A girl on a scooter. Blissfully unaware of the danger the COVID-19 virus posed.
A young boy mesmerized by the power of the smartphone buried inside his folded legs.
Humans interacting. Talking. Playing. Communicating with words. A truly human scene. But would it turn into a tragedy in the hospital emergency room?
A little boy throwing ball into the air. Was he not aware of the dangers of not wearing a face mask?
Two women throwing a frisbee as they often did before the pandemic. Who knows what flu germs, virus strains and catastrophic diseases are colliding with the frisbee as it sails through the air?
I rarely venture outside. But when I do, I see other people walking and playing as though nothing disastrous awaits them. Every morning I wonder what I should do. Stay indoors? Or go outside?
Other Works by the lonely pamphleteer
Photo Exhibitions 
Man in the Dark
Photo Exhibitions
Through the Creative Mist 
Photo Books
