Right now, we fear the things we cannot see; be it the virus, the future or a smile. Therefore, I am choosing to believe. To believe that we are taking care of each other. And to believe that a smile can still exist behind a mask, even when we can't see it.
With my 200mm lens, I was able to photograph friends and family from 6+ feet away, from the comfort of their own front lawns, serving as a reminder to trust the eyes: a window in.
Additionally, I asked each individual: "What makes you smile on a bad day in quarantine?" Hover (for desktop), or click (for mobile) on the photos below...
normalcy, normal do.
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Thank you all for giving me more reasons to smile.
-Fiona Winch
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my poem about coming home 4/24/2020
"The sounds around I know I knew;
A pop, a knock, a pour, a chew.
I close my eyes and still can tell;
The tick, the tock, the horn, the bell.
I hear my dear old father play,
Or the collie bark the night away.
The radio humming a busy tune,
The tv competing till very soon...
My mother insists a peaceful rest,
The woods around us don’t protest.
The sounds I know I knew too well,
A house is more than just its shell.
They suddenly come back to me
Of life, of home, familiarity."