Yesterday morning’s view just before the sun rose above the horizon.  My first reaction was one of hope.  Hope that the weather was changing and that later we would get some rain.  We didn’t.  The clouds started building later in the day but then flattened out to a thin gray layer.  But no thunderstorms, no rain.

The number of covid-19 cases in our part of the country are holding pretty constant.  The only change is that people are trying to open up more and get on with a life with continuous covid-19 around.  A vaccine should help, but I don’t expect it to be a panacea.

I’m now thinking that no changes might be a good thing.  It could be worse, and probably will.  We could have damaging storms, and even more depressing economical news on top of what we have.

I’m starting to hope that maybe next spring things will be different.  I’d like to say better, but I’m not planning on it.  Not looking forward to the rest of this year nor the winter.

I’m still trying to think of another way to pass the time in the coming days.  Something other than photography which has all but died as far as I’m concerned.