Roundabout, 2020

Tethered to various intravenous tubes and electronic monitors, this was my view from a private room (necessitated by Covid protocol more than any special treatment) in the Royal Jubilee Hospital, at the end of October.

Drugged as I was, the ingrained impulse to organize visual elements on a screen seems to have survived the malady that brought me to the hospital and the emergency surgery that has hopefully given me a few more kicks at the can of life.

This photo came at the end (I hope) of an endless summer of circumambulations of the roundabout it pictures (the visit that led to this view entered by the back door, top left).

On the horizon is the landscape I much prefer to inhabit, or view from home. My convalescence has revolved around preparing myself and my gear to spend much more time breathing in its beauty and health-enhancing serenity.

As we slip back into the maw of Covid-19, I count my lucky stars and the view celebrated in the post linked above.

Above all, I salute the front line medical workers — paramedics, doctors, surgeons, nurses, medical imaging technicians, porters, lab technicians, food services, janitorial staff —  whose steady hands and caring support returned me to my home alive. They are amazing heroes in this frightening time (not part of a global psyops plot by the Illuminati to enslave us … cretins!) Imagine this year, without their bravery and dedication to society. We can only hope they survive this annus horribilis in tact.