Wave after wave of uncertainty, grief and fear. Unceasing, like the sea. Just when I think the worst is over, another wave crashes in. Maybe not bigger than the last, but not necessarily smaller, either.
I look for comfort in photography, because photography is one of the few things that are the same as before.
I am finding with my lens my son, and summer, and I walk outside discovering, once again, our neighbourhood, as I wait for the world to return to a new and unfamiliar normal.
Best, Jenny Graver.