Up until March, most of my days started at 5 a.m. with an hour-long commute, and ended before midnight with a bike ride home. My 18-hour days were filled with barely any time to think. With the announcement that in-person classes were canceled in the spring semester at Columbia College Chicago due to the coronavirus pandemic, my routine changed drastically. As a photojournalist, I thrive off of human interaction, and for the following weeks, I was locked down with my family in the suburbs of Chicago. Time became a different type of blur.
After a state of denial of what was happening in the world, I picked up my camera again to document not only how fast we adapted to our surroundings, but how those physical spaces change as well. With five people in the house, from age seven to 42, everyone was studying or working remotely in their own little corner— from P.E. classes in the kitchen to analyzing financial data on top of a dresser.
Wow – what an amazing documentation of our most unusual times. I love the personal-ness of this essay and these photos, but also the way they really speak to us universally of what we’re going through.