The nine-year old doesn’t get too excited about neighborhood walks unless there’s a little game involved. Sometimes we bring the football to pass back and forth as we go. Yesterday I lured him out by handing him a camera.

These are my photos, not his, but I like to hope that maybe I’ve planted a seed.

Meanwhile, the walk felt like something of a scavenger hunt as we looked for all things yellow. I like the symbolism here: you find what you’re looking for.

Maybe this will turn into a little mini series as we make our way through the coming weeks of quasi isolation. Nothing like being put in a box by a virus to stimulate some outside-the-box creativity.