On Easter Sunday, April 12, 2020, like no other, a day to be still, a day to reflect on the good that will always conquer the evil, to revert to a time of peace and silence, while the world awaits a sign of deliverance, of the end that cannot be soon enough, and yet, the end that cannot be the omega, if only because this scourge will not pass once but twice, not twice, but more, and not how, but when, with each stroke of that giant pendulum, the world is slowly slipping, some vestige of humanity, hanging from the thread of mercy, manifesting itself through kindness, fortitude and perseverance, jolted by the splash of a siren, the stroke of a blade, the quiver of an executor’s shock, the sensation of self and solace, of solitude and salvation.
Lumix G85; M.Zuiko 75-300 mm March 2020