It was a horrid year, best forgotten. But the evidence remains, which is what happens when you live with a photographer. Here are reminders of some low-lights from 2021:
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| The heat wave. Here I am, on Saltspring, trying to write with a bag of peas on my head. I don't know what was so urgent that I wasn't down at the beach instead, but it amused John. Photo by John Denniston. |
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The plague look: The photo was to show off two books we'd just bought at Saltspring's Black Sheep Books, but it also illustrates typical shopping apparel in the times of Covid. Reminds me of illustrations from a story that horrified me as a kid -- the Invisible Man dressed like this to make himself visible. Photo by John Denniston.
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Covid ferries are tricky. You have to avoid people, but sometimes that means you can't get facing seats for the essential feet-up-and-read posture. This is how I compromised. Photo by John Denniston.
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| Another Covid ferry trip, but by this time, rules had been relaxed so the inside areas were jammed. We were nervous enough about catching something that we went outside despite the cold. Under ferry rules, we weren't allowed to stay in the car. Can you tell from my posture that I am fuming? Photo by John Denniston. |
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| I don't have a photo of me in a flood or fire, which would cover the other miseries of 2021, but here I am, doused in snow from the post-Christmas snow dump. More is apparently on the way. Photo by John Denniston. |
