I fear that I am not really going to answer the question, but…
… I have noticed there was a line drawn in my photography. Here in France the « lockdown » was more brutal than in the United States. For about two months, the middle of March until the first week in May, we really could not go beyond 1000 meters from our home. The photos from the first morning in May, when it was over, I know which ones they are, exactly. Later, late June 2020, the photos from the viaduct from the mainland to the island of Marken, 20 kilometers east of Amsterdam, I know those ones too, they help me remember.
There is a line in my photography, all the stuff before the spring of 2020, and all the stuff since. The years 2020, 2021, and 2022, they are « post pandemic ».
« Summer photos » too, these are the peak months for photography for me. But the photos are intertwined with the time. Helping me to remember the time.
If it wasn’t for photography, I would be less motivated to get out, go outside, and even more so, travel. If I were just going to go somewhere, and not take any pictures, I would be less motivated, sometimes, to make the journey. But then there are some moments I remember even without a photo. Last weekend, again on the island of Marken, the bus driver said the bus would not start its journey back to Amsterdam for 12 minutes, and so, if I wanted, I could sit outside for a bit. She understood that it would be better than sitting in the bus. I did, and the afternoon sun, early October, shining on my face, with the fresh air all around, I remembered that, even if I have no photos of the moment. But yet, that afternoon trip, I took photos too. The photography gave me some motivation to go, and it was something that I did while there, but the real pleasure was just simply being there.
I'm afraid I am very conformist, I take pics because I have a camera and that's people do 
