Sunday, March 29, 2020

Photo Essay: The Lonely Street


It's 11:00 a.m. Sunday morning, on a street that normally is clogged with traffic -- mostly people going to church. This morning is different. So quiet I can hear the quibble of finches and the brittle booming of woodpeckers. I stand on the sidewalk for twenty minutes, and this is all I see.










So then I walk back to my patio.


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