A joyous meaningful Passover at my brother Dean's home, plus some of the preparation.
Grandnephew Roman loved his matzah-ball soup, and provided much of the evening's entertainment.
לדור ודור
And from bondage to liberation.
(Note- this is the last entry of the Quarantine Diary series. Hopefully, it is the beginning of a return to some sense of safety and normalcy after this year of the plague).
Flowers in my yard, and a cherry tree blooming across the street.
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These two pictures were made on the same day.
One is a graffiti/marking on a construction site I have been documenting on assignment in DC. Unintentional pop surrealism I suppose.
The other is of a mourning dove nesting near my home. This is the third year that mourning doves have come to this same spot. I love having them as neighbors.
Ruth and I continue our happy walks together.
It was our first time visiting Brookside Gardens, in Wheaton, Maryland.
Beauty. Grace. Peace.
It's been exactly one year since the nation shut down due to the COVID-19 virus.
Today daffodils began to bloom in my yard, and there are orchids, a gift from our dear friend Olympia Johnson in our home.
To a better year.
Quarantine Diary 58. I received the Johnson and Johnson single-dose vaccination at the Lubber Run Community Center in Arlington, VA.
It was well-organized, and very efficient. I was in and out in about 25 minutes, including waiting 15 minutes after I received my shot.
I was not allowed to take photographs inside except of the injection itself, though it was a sight to behold.
On the way home, as I often do, I gave some alms to the homeless man who regularly comes to a stoplight near my neighborhood. I worry about him.
Thankful. It is now nearly a year since the pandemic began. I hope all are able to get vaccinated.
Zei gezunt; be well.
