Lockdown and the aesthetic sameness to everyday, coupled with my groundhog day natured routine have had me feeling like I'm living outside of time. Trapped in my looped existence there have been times when I've honestly not known what day of the week it is, as they're all essentially the same. This has led to me being constantly surprised when I notice signs that the wheel has of course turned and it's not still March or April. Today's surprise was brought to me by the apple trees over the common when I saw them laden with young fruits. In my mind it was only yesterday that I was photographing their emerging blossom.
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