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Parking Lot Pandemic 11 (2020/2021)

Parking Lot Pandemic 11 (2020/2021)

As soon as possible the scientists and medical experts issued safety guidelines based on evidence that the coronavirus is a material reality, although ordinary citizens were not expected to detect the coronavirus with the naked eye. But we were expected to believe zillions of coronaviruses will stick on our hands even though we cannot sense their presence.


Fortunately the coronavirus does not dig into skin like cactus spines or splinters. They adhere to the surface of our hands, and their attachment is so superficial they can be loosened easily, readily resting on something else for a while. It was obvious therefore that anything your hands touched could be receptive to the coronavirus.  And so we are cautioned not to touch our faces. We were cautioned in particular to leave our eyes and mouths alone.



Jeanne Randolph

from Parking Lot Pandemic 

27 photographs 

Created in 2020 

Printed in 2021 

Inkjet on Epson Premium Luster paper 

Edition of 2

8 ¼ x 11 inches


“The Exchange District in Winnipeg, where all the grand warehouses, factories and national banks were established in the early 1900s, is also a district of parking lots. Ordinarily some lots would be more popular than others, but when public life closed down during the pandemic, every parking lot in The Exchange District was empty. The bistros and cocktail lounges that were more home than my home was, were empty. Their interiors were darkened by massive curtains pulled across massive windows. And next door or half a block over, there would be a parking lot with not a single car. Parking lots were unexpectedly on display. Without cars they looked raw, as if the hide of the city had been stripped off. I remember walking across King Street to look closely at a lot, and when I beheld the huge jagged potholes, gouged out gravel, crumbling, split uneven ground I laughed out loud. There’s a pandemic.


But there never had been time or energy to flatten and smooth these wilderness surfaces, especially ones that will be hidden under car bodies when everything is normal again. Standing on the King Street sidewalk, the phrase “car bodies” mingled in my mind with “human bodies.” At that moment my imagination filled the empty parking lots with the poetry of the pandemic. Every possible emotion the pandemic heightened, every version of death, of near misses and of escape that poetry provides.” — Jeanne Randolph


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