When one lives in rural South Dakota “Social Distancing” and “Self Isolating” are quotidian, natural phenomena, requiring no purposeful thought. It isn’t until the FedEx delivery man, wearing a mask, sets a delivered package on the porch after vocally confirming, from more than the recommended 12-foot distance, the addressee’s identity and explaining why the requirement for signing for the package is waved that one gets a hint of what folk in regions of more densely populated areas are experiencing in this “Time of Corvid-19”.

And so, with awareness heightened of being in my evidently precarious ninth decade of life, I wonder who was coughing or sneezing in that aisle of the distant bookstore...In Seattle, actually... I do a Clorox wipe-down of the package, and then of the cover of the contained book, and safely discard the wrappings. After hand washing and a couple of dollops of hand sanitizer rubbed in till dry, I return to sorting through my image archives.

And here’s one image that surfaced for which critiques are welcomed and requested .

You all be safe and well.

Dave