According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), there have been more than half a million total deaths in the U.S. thus far as a consequence of the coronavirus. Not since the flu pandemic of 1918, when an estimated 675,000 Americans died, has the United States experienced a virus of this magnitude.

Similar to many Americans, my life has slowed down. My social activity is more or less limited to digital interactions with almost no in-person engagement outside of my 4-person household. There are occasional benefits to such parameters, but they do not outweigh the costs. Perhaps the biggest struggle is a sense of the unknown. Will anybody I know die from COVID-19? When will my life return to normal? How much more will my life, and the lives of others, change as we continue to live with the novel coronavirus? This mindset of anticipatory grief is not necessarily devastating to my overall well-being, but it is a preoccupation that periodically disables my ability to focus. And I suspect that my perspective is shared by others.

This photo essay is a visual exploration of things I have seen in my immediate surroundings this past year in the shadow of COVID-19.

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