Project 52 – Week 16

This week was not an easy week here in Boston. As you may know the entire city was on a shelter-in-place order from the Governor on Friday for almost 12 hours. John and I stayed inside and watched the grueling news coverage from 6AM until 9PM. It was an awful day. I spoke to so many friends and family who said that they had felt sad and depressed all week. I felt it too. It was so hard to not watch all of the Marathon bombing coverage, to learn more as the investigation went on, to hear about the deaths and the casualties – but it definitely took its toll. It made me feel sick to my stomach all week. And then it all culminated on Friday, being trapped inside the house all day. The cruelest irony was that it was a gorgeous Spring day outside too. Not a day to sit inside and watch an arduous manhunt unfold.

We went to bed on Friday night exhausted, slightly relieved but knowing it wasn’t over. Saturday came and we were out of the house almost all day. It was so strange to be out among our fellow citizens who just went through all of the same turmoil. There was an unspoken current running through our city: disbelief, sadness, but with a lot of gratitude for our freedom. It felt like walking out into the sun after being in a dark room for a long time. That’s what everything felt like this week.

When we were out and about this weekend I noticed blossoms and blooms everywhere. Somehow, when all of our collection attention was elsewhere this week, Spring had sprung. It’s a good reminder, and perfect metaphor, that life is worth celebrating and that even the smallest glimmer of hope is still hope.


Thank you for being patient as I took a blog break this week. As you can imagine, it was hard to think about the normal everyday things I usually post about during a week that was anything but.

See all prior Project 52 photographs here.

Author: Domestocrat

I'm a lady who enjoys photography, football, cooking, long drives with the windows down, This American Life, kettlecorn, hot yoga, pop punk, my nephews, my cat Reggie, and my home: Boston.

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