It was only six years ago, but because of the pandemic 2019 feels a century away. I shot this photo of the run rising over the Atlantic Ocean on August 6 of that year, but it feels more like a sunset to me now--the fading glow of better days, the inflection point when hope vanished over a lost horizon. Doesn't the sun, in this image, look something like a death's head?
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