It was the first summer of COVID. The beaches were opening (officially). We saw everything through the lens of the virus.

If a virus could see, it wouldn’t see well. Its vision would be fuzzy, impersonal.

I’d used a pinhole lens before, and recently discovered pushing my camera to its limit rendered something old-timey, pointillist.

The closer you got, the less you could see. We all knew the feeling.

The pictures really came alive when I colored them. They looked 160 years old, but the process was distinctly, inherently digital.

Timelessness was in the air. Something ancient, back again.