Since the “Stay at Home” order in Scotland was officially announced John and I started taking short daily lockdown walks in our neighbourhood as a way of exercise, mostly along the river Clyde and most in the evenings, as John worked from home.
The first few evenings we only dared to walk from South Portland Suspension Bridge to Kingston Bridge. Surprisingly there were more people out, dog walking, cycling to jogging, that the days just before the lockdown. But the Clyde Street was empty. Not a car in view!
It was mostly gloomy, with strange breaks of hazy sun through the clouds, which made the colours looks delicate, almost pastel. Very pretty! I never noticed the “Bored of borders” writing on the railings of the Clyde waterfront near La Passionaria statue before. If the country borders were offensive, what was the rebel writer felt when contained in his room for days, I wondered.
I started getting used to the minimalist combo – only have my lightweight pancake 24 mm lens on my camera, handheld. People keep their distance from each other, and their figures though the wider lens look tiny. I still miss the versatility of a longer zoom, but my wrist started playing up again to risk a heavier setup.
A lonely lock attached to the Squiggly bridge made me smile. Someone’s hope, a wish or love in lockdown…
