Looking back at these photos now, even
though this was only eight weeks ago,
clearly, so much has changed. These
places won’t have changed. The woods will
have more signs of green; the beach at
John Muir may have more driftwood
washed up on the shore, or perhaps less
depending on the tides. But these scenes
won’t have changed. It’s just that we can no
longer visit them. Not now, anyway. So we
are waiting, looking forward to being
reunited, like old friends.