Out for an errand somewhere with a brother, Greg. Just having some downtime and moving with his daily flow. I haven’t seen him since before the beginning of the pandemic.
Appearances can be deceptive: even in the laid-back semi-rural exurbs, the constant grinding stress of life can have a prominent role in the family unit, in the community. You drive around these wooded roads with such well-managed properties, and it looks like everything is pastoral and bucolic and just a nice place to relax. Which it most certainly is. But you soon learn that there’s a lot of hustle that’s got to go on under the surface to maintain even the simplicity of this sort of beautiful, yet managed life.