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The folks openly carrying weapons that would best be described as an overcompensation for personal problems and at worst a deep seeded hatred bound in racist ideology, flaunted the law in front of police who by the own inaction dutifully acknowledge their own leaning in a most shameful way. Such is small town California, a bastion of the antithetic: folks that scream life matters...just not black lives.

And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

The case has been made we'll return to normal after this pandemic. The case again is made that we'll return to normal after these protests. There is no going back to so-called normal, it's time for us to decide what kind of country we want to live in. Let us address systemic racism and fight for the rights of all, let reason and truth no longer crumble at the hands of despots, let us move to be better.

Social distancing update: Google Maps tells me I didn't leave the house in April, and I realized that we're actually now in May. Time, such a silly concept.

On of my last 4x5 sheets of Polacolor, which sadly failed to process (chemical pack wasn't exactly flowing). Not exactly unexpected given that box is 16 years expired.

Quarantine, Day 28. Easter celebrations. SX-70 with Polaroid 600 film.

25 days into the quarantine, I've written a piece for EMULSIVE on my ongoing series of Polaroids.

Quarantine, Day 16. School show and tell, baby chick edition.

Quarantine, Day 15. My 40th birthday, pickle Rick edition. SX-70 film.

Quarantine, Day 11. Public art installation. Polaroid 600 and Fujifilm FP-100c.

Quarantine, Day 9. Spring chicks, emerging hens. SX-70 film.

Quarantine, Day 7. Found old N95's in the shop. SX-70 film.

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