April 2nd, 2020.

It’s been since March 12th for me in 598 sq. feet. If you know me, you know my aversion to germs and getting sick. You also probably know about my eating habits. It’s been rough.

As I’m a teacher now, I have to put on a brave face and not shut down. I’ve challenged my photo classes to document their lives in quarantine. I started it last week for myself but who really wants to see me brush my teeth and make ‘claire scrambled eggs’ - no one? Pobby. (If you know me, you know this is a word my dad and I made up).

So I tried to put into a photograph how I feel. And really, I just want to go home. Hang out on the prairie, keep the parental units indoors, get cabin fever, play scrabble, pretend I’m in high school again. There are much fewer people in Mott than where I am. In fact, I think my entire apartment complex has more than 800 people living in it.

I’ve never been much for a city girl, yet here I sit, on my 4 seat options (couch, stool, decorative chair, ottoman), writing to you. Standing around, gazing out windows, pondering my life choices.

This next section…is an example for an assignment Photography II students will do. Their goal is to photograph a triptych: a picture or relief carving on three panels, typically hinged together side by side and used as an altarpiece; a set of three associated artistic, literary, or musical works intended to be appreciated together.

So I photographed myself how I look when I do have to brave the germs and the people to get food, or the mail, or take the garbage out. But the middle section needed interest, so I took off my gloves and held a small pristine clock to show that time is something I am very aware of. Finish it off with some muddied boots to get me to the store and home without any human interactions, and it’s done.

That’s all for now. We’ll see you maybe next week.