I have always spent a lot of time arguing with myself over what I should or should not do. Rules have always dominated my life, and most of those rules I made up myself. Going through my old photos brought me to this one, taken at Bayport a couple of years ago. The first thought that came to mind was that this part of the park isn’t gated off, I could still go there for pictures. A happy thought, until I remember the rule, stay home. Would it really matter if I headed out, just me and my camera? Even if I go out and don’t see another person have I somehow contributed to this current state of emergency we find ourselves in? I shake my head over speeders and people who run red lights for obvious reasons, but is it up to me to decide if these new rules apply to me? And how much inactivity will it take at my age to create a situation where my body won’t cooperate with what in my mind I think I can do? It will be sunrise soon enough, and light enough for me to take a walk, so that’s what I think I will do. I will go out and get my 10,000 steps in while I still can. It’s a rule…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 