ters. I'm currently staying with my girlfriend at her place. I'm thinking about a family of five or ten people that lives in a shack, and how difficult it would be for them to social distance. I remember when we where living at my house my mother would have to take a bath. We had to go outside and play with the other kids in the streets. Townships are relatively small and they were meant to confine people. We communicate often on WhatsApp and video call each other. It's a bit difficult though. Thokoza. South Africa. March 28, 2020. © Lindokuhle Sobekwa | Magnum Photos

he field 6 feet apart and took pictures of each other. © Alessandra Sanguinetti | Magnum Photos

gun with the 2014 Maidan uprising. Ukraine has a long and complicated history which I’ve been struggling to visually resolve. It’s a bit like assembling a jigsaw puzzle with a blind fold on, which is why my studio looks like I just emptied a 1000 piece puzzle everywhere. © Larry Towell | Magnum Photos

sessively. I don't know yet if the pictures deserve much of an audience beyond my immediate family. But it’s been good to have something so joyful to put my time into. I can get severe cabin fever, and I can get depressed when I'm not busy, so I'm up against that. The funny thing is that a few months ago, my schedule was so crazy busy, and I was complaining nonstop that I needed to slow down but didn't know how. I missed reading, watching movies, being present with my kids. I even traded in my iPhone for a flip phone in an attempt to slow down! Hilarious, isn't it? The girls seem to be enjoying the slowness, but like me, they are also butting up against its limits. They play with each other all day long, generally quite well, but they are starting to fight more, as they are each other’s only company. This morning I sat in bed with a cup of coffee next to my older daughter Ava as she woke up. It was the kind of thing I would normally never do on a typical morning when we're all racing out the door. When she woke up she told me she had two dreams last night—in the first one, she could fly, in the second one, her friends showed up at our house. © Gregory Halpern | Magnum Photos

all our house has turned into latley. Every singel room. © Enri Canaj | Magnum Photos

ately captioned pictures ready. I don’t seem the least bit bored. I know more names in the village than ever before - but no new faces. Glenn Gould, Bach Goldberg Variations is so inspiring. Love the second part of CD when he keeps repeating phrases with subtle differences that even my ears can pick up. Chet Baker reminds me of very happy times listening to him in Paris - I wonder where she of the time is now. If I listen to two CD’s a day I can last for a year. Village ghost visits twice a week. Spring is trying a visit. Not affected by bugs. © David Hurn | Magnum Photos

ride things out with family. My parents are in their 70's, so first there was the necessity to self-quarantine for two weeks. My folks have a place on the Eastern Shore of Maryland where I could isolate myself. For the first few days I was joined by my close friend Christian Hansen, who was en route to his own family in Kentucky. I met Christian the week I moved to New York in 2007, and he's like a brother to me. Though we are both asymptomatic and were very careful in New York, we kept six feet apart and sterilized surfaces in the days we were together in Easton. The only exception was when he had to help me dig out a large glass shard that got stuck in my foot. I didn't want to visit the emergency room and risk contracting corona, so we googled some home remedies and eventually after a few shots of whiskey I was able to stab some tweezers deep into my foot and extract the shard of glass. © Peter van Agtmael | Magnum Photos