the Sun is a Clown

a topography of Lockdown  

observations of a year when the world was paralyzed by a pandemic and plagued by an intervention of normality on a huge scale.
Haunted tranquility charged with cultivated suspicion, social distancing, isolation and moral exhaustion.
It was a quiet of many levels.

But this pause may have helped us to notice our own small worlds again and more closely.
(Almost all stills were made during walks in and around the 1017 zipcode in Amsterdam).

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