While in lockdown, the earthquake hit. Somehow, the abrupt changes in daily life caused me to leave the camera for what it was. I simply could not make any image. I guess I will never be a good journalist in covering other’s sorrow.

Never mind, several weeks later, aftershocks and lockdown are normal things. I feel blessed: the house is standing and living in a small village makes the lockdown so much easier as I have plenty of space.

With the spring approaching, we can eat outside and our uncle dropped by and it is time to pick-up my camera again. I asked him for a portrait, nothing special, yet a memory to cherish as the world as we know it is changing.