Where does all this dust come from?
Where does all this dust come from? I’ve unpacked the bags and broken out the cameras for the first time in god know how long. It’s time they got used, having sat unloved for over a year. They are covered in dust. I don’t know how, but it seems to get everywhere. Then again, not going out much, my hygiene standards have dropped to what even I would consider to be an unacceptable level.
As the country opens up, I’m hoping to get out of the house more. This will mean doing some cleaning, which I’m not happy about. After a year working from home, the view from my window has grown boring. The spare room/office carpet has become threadbare from pacing between meetings as I desperately tried to maintain some level of fitness. Every day the same. Sat on my arse, looking at Zoom. And more Zoom. And a bit more. My work life blurring with personal, as there is no separation.
Sure, I have been out taking photos, but they have been rather boring, partly due to me looking for the boring, but also by the dearth of people around and any opportunities for socialising. I’m not really into landscape photography and while I’ve enjoyed delving into the macro world it has made me realise how disgusting the world is, and how many tiny little creepy crawlies inhabit my life that I wasn’t aware of.
Pandemics seriously curtail certain hobbies as will be attested by many. I’m certainly ready to get back trackside. But teams need to get back to training safely, rebuild skills and fitness before any competition can take place once more. The journey out of lockdown will be a long one.
When that journey is over, the cameras will be ready. I have dusted them, honest.