Category: Tsc Tempest Photography

Lockdown’s Day 69… “69” tee-hee-hee… It’s a Piscean moment, a two fishes event, a Yin-Yang juxtaposition… Who will be the yin to my yang today? A resident walks their dog… it’s a daily, “s.e.p;” Time to boil the kettle; Duck Shit Oolong Tea is the choice for today; Yesterday I swapped a yellow croaker for…

Just another blur of a day:  Volunteers patrol the compound; Someone walks a dog; Another volunteer attends their shift; And one volunteer leaves for home… mask down?!? Home Rapid Antigen Testing… twice a day; Hubbub! A government delivery arrives; The delivery cart goes by in a blur; Boxes of fresh supplies arrive; Fruit, veg, and…

I have always said, “Boredom is the sign of an infertile mind.” Mine feels as though it has not only been barren for a season, but it’s desertified as well. The bars on the windows are to stop people getting in; Express volunteers call out to the top floor; The delivery made, a volunteer stays…

The Silence Period is completed. We should be allowed out, right? Wrong!  We do PCR Tests again and another notification came, tomorrow we begin the Sprint Period, another three days in home detention, before the next notification.  The day after tomorrow, and the day after that, new food parcels from the government will be delivered.…

I heard a noise in the, “Silence.” It was only two volunteers, walking and talking; this image speaks to my sense of humor… I added the last line; Rapid tests, twice a day every day.

Am… early start to the morning, we must self-test before 7 am (I thought 6:00) and communicate the result to the building volunteers; Those with negative tests line up for PCR batch testing; PCR batch tests, one by one, social distancing for the residents, and atomize the air person by person; There are many more…

I was told we are not allowed to go out the building, and yet people still are; Breakfast is Sauerkrautbrot toast, with a fried egg; A cup of Jīn Jun Mei tea;  Volunteers at the South Gate; A delivery came for me, the volunteers brought it, but I was asleep and did not hear them…

The status of each day changes. A new month brings another set of conditions: A two two pronged fork stuck in the ground; A volunteer escorts me back to my home… apparently there’s a new lockdown; A volunteer attempted to play with a kid, but ends up in a bitter exchange with the father who…

Just feels so… empty… It’s been two calendar months. Today was a strange day. After yesterday, and its focus on people, everyone seems to have vanished, leaving an echo of, “owned,” things. Does this environment reflect my inner feeling, or am I just resonating with what I see, or don’t see, around me?

Yesterday… Nothing to say… It just drifted away… Just another PCR Testing Day… South Gate Rotunda in the morning sun; The “Beimax,” the “Big White’s,” the volunteers prepare for the day; A moment to say hello to Toby;  The driver of the mobile testing center; The medical staff assemble; Testing begins;  People lined up in…