My Little Town - Zombie Apocalypse Version

Strange times, indeed. We are currently in lock-down mode due to a virus pandemic, the first such event in my - or anyone else's - lifetime. The streets are bare, stores and businesses are closed, events are cancelled, and we are practicing "social distancing." It's not too bad on sunny days, but the rainy days do get me down; it's gloomy, lonely, and depressing, and life's ordinary daily challenges somehow seem more daunting than usual. I gave up Facebook for Lent and was enjoying the wilderness experience, but this is truly over the top. Thank God for being able to get out and around with my little Lumix. The challenge, of course, is to see the same familiar scenes from new angles and in different light. I get the distinct sense, however, that I am repeating myself.



First stop today: St. Elizabeth's. Most churches are closed these days - sadly, even for Mass - and I take comfort in the fact that this church, only a block from home, has its doors open and the sanctuary light is on. 



The Port Hunter was a 1918 shipwreck. We are all feeling a bit shipwrecked at the moment. 







Anchored in time.



Even the phragmites look soggy and depressed.



Where's that blinking red light when you need a little color?









Will these mooring stakes ever be full again?

Captain Isaac "Ike" Norton's former boathouse and dockage.



The Queen of the Zombie Apocalypse - a threadbare teen skateboarding the wrong way up Main Street in the middle of the day is as emblematic as it gets, I think.