Dean M. Chriss
Photography

COVID-19, Bedbugs, and the End of Normalcy
A photo trip on the threshold of a pandemic
April 12, 2020
Last updated August 8, 2021 (see page bottom)

Bedbug in My Bed!
The Second Bedgug, March 22, 2020

In 2019 my wife and I started what I’d call a tradition if it had happened more than 1.25 times. In March she takes a long trip overseas to see family and I take a driving trip to take pictures in my favorite places on earth. It worked out so well in 2019 that I began planning my March 2020 trip almost as soon as I got home. By March 2020 the muted rumblings of a potential COVID-19 pandemic were growing louder. The U.S. government insisted there was nothing to worry about and the WHO had not yet declared a pandemic. The news media and other governments were telling a different story. Out of an abundance of caution my wife canceled her trip. On March 11 the WHO at long last declared a pandemic while the US government took a casual "wait and see" approach. There were still no stay at home orders or even recommendations to that effect, and everyone was still going to work. Since I planned to explore the most remote places a good four wheel drive vehicle and my legs would take me, going on this trip still seemed fairly reasonable.

With a bunch of back country permits in hand I began the 2.5 day drive early on March 13, 2020. Along the way I was extremely careful, using hand sanitizer and Clorox Wipes whenever either seemed appropriate. Each evening I put on blue nitrile gloves and wiped town all of the motel room surfaces I might touch, like door handles, faucet knobs, toilet flush handle area, vanity top, night stand, light switches, TV remote, and on and on and on. I learned that it takes two Clorox Wipes to make a motel room relatively safe.

It is common knowledge that motels wash pillow cases, but not pillows. The pillow you lay your head on has been coughed and slobbered on by countless people. The good news regarding COVID-19 is that it apparently lives a day or less on soft surfaces, but up to three days on things like hard plastic and stainless steel. The pillows are certainly disgusting, but they are probably not the most dangerous thing in a motel room when it comes to COVID-19. With all of that said you can always bring your own, which I did.

The back country camping part of this trip was to come near the end of the four week adventure. My first two stays would be in tiny desert towns, at motels I have stayed in many times before. It was blissfully quiet. Not only was it early in the season, but COVID-19 had squelched tourism. I was usually the only person staying at the first motel. I spent six wonderful days exploring the area’s back country and using the motel as my base. The only disturbance to my increasingly relaxed mood was troubling news of the COVID-19 pandemic on television before bed, so I stopped watching the news. On my final night the motel was full and I couldn’t imagine why. Perhaps tourist season had kicked in, but even that wouldn't account for so many people this early in the year. Hmmmm.

The next day I drove about 140 miles to a different and even smaller town boasting a population in the tens of people. Before leaving I decided to count all of the cars I’d see along the way. This is something a friend used to do along a different 110 mile desert drive he often had to make. My drive took nearly all day because it is insanely scenic. I stopped to take pictures, a couple of short hikes, and a detour to explore an area along the way. By the time it was all done I had seen a total of just four other vehicles. That made the crowd at my motel the previous night seem even stranger.

At long last I arrived in the micro-town where I was supposed to spend the next four nights. The place seemed even quieter than usual. One can basically view the whole town from one spot and I didn’t see a soul anywhere. It was like something out of a movie. I went to the motel and found the front door locked, so I phoned the old cowboy who owns the place. I told him who I was and that I had a reservation. He said he’d meet me at the front door. He recognized me from previous visits and we greeted one another jovially, but without handshakes. He was understandably quite scared about catching COVID-19, and I didn't exactly want it either. He said that all temporary and short term lodging in that county and two others, in addition to all campgrounds, were ordered closed the previous day. He also said he was unsure whether his business would survive. The place I had just come from is not in one of those three counties, which explains the big crowd at my motel the previous night. That solved one mystery, but now I wondered where I would sleep that night.

Being late in the day with everything closed I started thinking about sleeping in my vehicle. It is set up to accommodate that but I'd rather not. Then the old cowboy said he was still accepting people who had previous reservations, and I was the only one who did. I'm not sure if that was actually his policy. It seems that a government order to close would not say "except if they have a reservation". I suspect he felt sorry for me, though I never said a word about wondering where to sleep, and he never said anything about making an exception because I had nowhere to go. In any case, I paid in advance for my four nights and was elated to do so. I was starting to realize that my stay here could mark the end of my trip, but at least I secured a few more days for a last hurrah in the desert.

By now I had learned that all of the areas in which I had back country permits were closed, and my permits were null and void. My plans were in shambles but I quickly fell asleep with thoughts of my planned sunrise shoot and other adventures that still lay ahead. I awoke a little after 4 AM and slowly began my morning routine when I noticed an insect crawling out from under my pillow. I quickly smashed it and wondered if it was a bedbug. Shortly thereafter another came out from between the sheet and blanket. I got a photo of it with my cell phone and sure enough, it was a bedbug! There was no way I could sleep there another night. With everyplace else closed and more of America shutting down every day, I'd have to start driving home that morning. "Disappointed" doesn't begin to describe my mood.

My first priority was getting my belongings out of the room. The last thing I needed were hitch-hikers and a resulting bedbug infestation at home! The logistics involved due to the location of my room made this a time consuming task, but I loaded my vehicle as fast as I could. I had given up on the trip at this point and it was probably already too late to get to my planned sunrise location. On the other hand the old cowboy was certainly still asleep, I wanted a refund for at least the remaining three nights, and I had nothing to lose but some time. I broke all of the speed limits on my drive to the sunrise location, including those on a rough dirt road that doesn’t have one. At the destination I quickly grabbed my backpack and tripod, and spent a few precious moments searching for my Mountain Hardware Dome Perignon in the extremely disheveled vehicle interior. It was quite cold relative to the temperatures at the motel, and I knew I’d be in for some wind at the canyon’s rim.

I was too late for the shadowless light that precedes sunrise, but no direct light had yet found its way to the incredible landscape before me. I stood and watched, with many feelings about having to leave so soon. It was like having to leave a long-lost loved one right after saying hello. Then I suddenly realized it was not windy. It is always windy here at sunrise! Sometimes it is impossible to get a single sharp photograph until after the sun is way too high. Sometimes the wind occasionally pauses long enough for a sharp photograph between gusts. But the air is never still at sunrise, or so I thought. This made it far more comfortable than usual in spite of the cold temperature.

Looking at my watch I realized the sunrise was already happening, but there was no dramatic light on the landscape. This was due to some big clouds on the eastern horizon. Getting here may have been a wasted effort, but one can never know how a situation like this will unfold. I stood there just thinking and watching. A bit of light appeared on a small part of the landscape. Then more. It was soft and muted, not the usual bright and dramatic sunrise that is so common here. I began capturing photographs when things started looking good. The sun was obviously shining through gaps somewhere in those clouds, which also acted like a giant diffuser and reflector, filling shadows and reducing contrast.

Then the light went completely flat and the show was over.

I stayed for quite a while, just thinking and looking. I knew the outside world was going crazy with social distancing, mask wearing, lockdowns, hoarding, illness and death. Here the nearest person was easily 8 or 9 miles away as the crow flies. There was no worry about what I touched or the air I breathed. The sun rose and set exactly as it did yesterday, last week, and for millions of years before that. It was the last time I'd be surrounded by normalcy for a long while.

The air remained still, maybe because the muted sunrise did not impart enough energy to fuel the usual thermal winds. Eventually the sun reached the top of the clouds in the east and it was another bright blue sky day. The good light was long gone but I still hesitated to leave, wanting to squeeze every last moment out of this experience. I wanted to soak it up and keep it with me, perhaps so it would last until I was able to return. But I knew it wouldn't work. The longer I waited the later into the night I would need to drive. Giving one last look at the canyon and distant horizon, I headed back toward my vehicle, and the old cowboy’s motel.

Back at the motel parking lot I again phoned the old cowboy. He was genuinely surprised to hear about the bedbug problem. He didn't know how it was possible since no one had occupied my room since the previous November. He asked if they could have come with me. Given the room’s history I thought perhaps they did, but the only bedbugs I had ever seen before this were in pictures. Regardless, he offered a refund without me asking, which his daughter would take care of later. Because he was so afraid of COVID-19 I made sure my room was empty and left my key in a box at the front door, without seeing the old cowboy again.

That day I drove through a lot of very familiar country, including a town that was once my home away from. It has since become an obnoxiously overcrowded tourist mecca that is no longer worth visiting, but on this day it was quiet; nearly as quiet as it was in the 1980s. I was at once elated and melancholy. This would be a singular opportunity to “go home again”, but as Thomas Wolfe said, you can’t. There was nowhere to stay and the places I’d want to visit were closed. I grabbed a Big Mac at the McDonald’s drive through, filled up my gas tank, and again started driving.

That night was spent far away in Fort Morgan, Colorado, where I meticulously picked through my belongings looking for bedbugs. I did not find any. Then I went online and discovered that bedbugs can live for 14 months without a host or food. Mine had gone only four months without a meal. All remaining guilt that I might have carried these creatures to the old cowboy’s motel vaporized, and the remainder of my drive was uneventful.

I am now left wondering when life might return to "normal" again. I can’t imagine any activity that involves motel rooms, eating in restaurants, using public toilets, pumping gasoline several times per day, or just being in a public place near others, until some immunity to COVID-19 is available. At the time of this writing it is still unknown whether being infected and recovering, possibly with permanently impaired lung capacity, provides any immunity. If it does, no one knows how long it lasts. I have no desire to be infected and a vaccine is probably over 18 months away. Given that, life as it was before March 13, 2020 will not likely resume until late 2021, or more realistically sometime during the first half of 2022. I sincerely hope that I'm wrong.

Dean

March 13, 2021

One year ago, early in the morning of March 13, 2020, I began a four week photo trip to Utah. Nine days later I started the long drive back home, turned around by pandemic related closures and lockdowns.

Now we live in a different world, but there have been a few silver linings in the dark cloud of the pandemic. Over decades of doing photography I would always go through the thousands of images captured during each photo trip after returning home. I hated the process and still do. The blatantly terrible images were culled. On the other extreme of the spectrum, those that instantly caught my attention during a quick scan were printed and posted online. Many of the rest were never examined closely before I went out to capture more. I knew there were some gems among them but I put off the daunting task of finding them, which only made it more daunting with each passing year. I thought it would be great to go through them if I ever slow down, or am physically unable to be out in the field so much.

Then came the pandemic. I stopped traveling and doing photography as a result. The things we needed all came to our home from online retailers or were loaded into our car's trunk courtesy of curbside delivery. I haven't entered a store, restaurant, public restroom, dentist's office or doctor's office for the last 11 months. The only two exceptions were swapping out some prints at a gallery during a well off peak time and getting a leaking tire repaired. On the other side of the coin I have been walking between 3 and 5 miles nearly every day for the past year so I'm healthier and my wife's homemade bread, cakes, pies, and gourmet pandemic meals have not caused me to outgrow any clothing.

With loads of time on my hands I dove into the massive project of looking through my photo archives, starting with the images on film. That required dusting off my old light table and a couple of Schneider loupes. Nearly all of them are well over 20 years old, and at first it was fun looking through them. It was less fun determining which images within groups of similar ones were the absolute best, and still less fun obtaining the best possible digital scans from them. At some point before finishing with the film images I moved to the digital archives, which are much easier to deal with. The remainder of the the film images will wait for my older age, the next pandemic, or the dumpster, whichever comes first.

Images found in my archives courtesy of the pandemic plus those from the abbreviated March 2020 trip have been sufficient to allow posting a new photograph on this website roughly four times every month since April of 2020. Because finding photos in the archives outpaced my postings, by late December 2020 there were already enough to keep the weekly postings going until the middle of 2021, and there are plenty more where those came from. With the weather getting nicer and me getting tired of looking through photographs, my search for "new" gems among the old images slowed to a crawl in January and has now essentially stopped. With the pandemic hopefully subsiding I may not restart the effort until next winter, or ever. This website may even go without updates for a while, and if so I'll refund everything anyone has paid me for access to the content.

My wife and I will receive our second dose of the Pfizer COVID-19 vaccine in 11 days, and two weeks later we will be what they call "fully vaccinated". It it is not very clear what "fully vaccinated" means in practical terms. It does not mean "fully immune", since we know that the existing vaccines have much lower efficacy against some recent virus mutations, and continued risky behavior will allow other mutations to develop. In the worst case one of them might completely avoid the immunity provided by the the current vaccines and previous infections, which could set the entire world back to March 2020. This is why it is important for everyone everywhere to keep wearing masks and get vaccinated.

It is not yet known whether fully vaccinated people can spread the disease to unvaccinated people, which is a great reason to keep wearing masks. The UK virus variant is over 70% more infections. That's yet another great reason to keep wearing masks, and those masks should be better ones, or doubled with a second mask, to reduce the amount of virus you are exposed to. Vaccination may give reasonable protection against hospitalization and death for all of the strains we know about, but you can be extremely sick before hospitalization is required. It's best to not get sick in the first place, and masks help with that.

There are still many unknowns regarding the virus that causes COVID-19 and the vaccines that have been developed to fight it. Answers to these things will only come with time. If we are lucky, as more people are vaccinated everyone's exposure to the virus and its variants will decrease along with everyone's risk. Activities that are still relatively unsafe now will become safer. Vaccination is not an instant license to do everything we did before the pandemic started, but it may become one, or close to it, after a much larger percentage of the population is vaccinated. Until then we plan to follow the CDC guidelines for fully vaccinated people and watch the published infection rates. I am thinking about getting out to do some photography again, but have no specific plans yet.

August 8, 2021

My wife and I went on a short photo trip in early April, two weeks after our second shot of the Pfizer vaccine. It was considerably different than our usual pre-pandemic trips. The pandemic was certainly not over and there were many unknowns. Most people were still unvaccinated, especially where we were going in North Carolina and Tennessee. At the time there were about 65,000 new infections per day in America. We knew breakthrough infections can happen to vaccinated people without them knowing, and it was unknown whether such a person could spread COVID. Exposure to infected people was very likely unless we took measures to minimize contact. Restaurants, where people are eating and talking without masks, were the most dangerous environments we could encounter. To lessen that risk we survived on drive through fast food, food that we took with us from home, and prepared food from a grocery store in a small town where we stayed. That made the trip a lot less fun and meals were often inconvenient, but it worked.

In the meantime I discovered another 140 "new" photographs in my archives that I have not seen since I captured them. It's a thrill to find something good, and I always remember the circumstances at the time I captured the photograph. Most were captured when technology was not as good as it is today, but when nature was more intact and the opportunities were better and more abundant. Quite a few of them could not be captured today with any camera. Photos of experiences I cannot repeat are the most valuable to me. While they are not 50MP digital files they are good enough to make fairly large prints if I choose to do so. Finding and reliving old adventures during a pandemic when it would be stupid to be out having new ones is not a bad way to spend some time. It certainly beats watching television.

Between mid-April and late June lots of Americans got vaccinated. At one point there were about 3 million vaccinations per day in the United States. That had a huge impact on the COVID infection rate. By late June and early July there were just over 11,000 new cases per day in the U.S., and in our state we reached a low of just over 200 new cases per day. We resumed in-person shopping at various stores but continued wearing masks in them whether or not they were required. At long last my wife and I ate at one of our favorite Japanese restaurants, our first dine-in experience in about 15 months. We planned, but have not yet managed, to eat at one of our favorite Chinese restaurants where the staff still wears masks. There was finally light at the end of the tunnel. I made all of the arrangements for a photo trip in the very late fall, since record numbers of post-pandemic celebrators made it pointless to go anywhere until winter weather is bad enough to keep them away. I looked forward to that trip until the light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be a freight train.

In early August of 2021, thanks to the morons who refuse vaccination, the pandemic is back in full force. America has now started into a major surge of disease with only about 50% of all Americans fully vaccinated. That's 59% of everyone age 12 and older, and 0% of those under 12 who are not eligible for a vaccine. It's worth noting here that large numbers of young children and babies are already being infected with the delta variant by nitwit parents and relatives who refuse vaccination. The willfully unvaccinated are fueling this fourth major surge of COVID-19 and their ignorance is jeopardizing everyone. Their bodies serve as reservoirs that harbor the virus and keep it among us, allowing it to spread and further mutate as it reproduces. This creates more exposure to the virus for everyone, more infections in the unvaccinated, and more breakthrough infections in the vaccinated. Breakthrough infections are less frequent and less severe, but they are now occurring more frequently because the newly dominant delta variant of the SARS‑CoV‑2 virus is much more transmissible. Even though the virus is a brainless intracellular parasite, it is smarter than many Americans.

Graph of U.S. COVID infections over time

That UK variant mentioned above in my March 13, 2021 update to this article has become known as the delta variant. It has become dominant in America and most of the world. Data from Israel indicates the Pfizer vaccine is just 39% effective at preventing infection by the delta variant, which is different than preventing symptomatic illness. The Israeli data also indicates the Pfizer vaccine is 88% effective at preventing hospitalization and 91% effective at preventing severe illness. I would personally think that if a disease puts you in the hospital it's already severe, but Israel's definition of severe apparently requires being put on a ventilator or dying. In the U.S. our CDC says Israel's data is incorrect and they cite the extremely low number of breakthrough infections as evidence. The problem is that CDC data appears to include all variants and is not isolated to delta, which has only been dominant in America for a short time. With good reason CDC is interested in convincing people to get vaccinated, and a low efficacy number does not help. Then we had an outbreak of 900 delta variant infections in a single cluster in Provincetown, Massachusetts, with 74% of the infections occurring in fully vaccinated people. 79% of those infections were symptomatic, four of the fully vaccinated people were hospitalized, and none of them died. An event like this is theoretically possible with any vaccine that is less than 100% effective, but such a high incidence of breakthrough infection in one place is very unlikely. It's similar to the 27 people, all fully vaccinated, contracting COVID-19 on a cruise ship. These incidents are more in line with a vaccine that has a low efficacy against infection, like perhaps 39%, and a high efficacy against severe illness. Israel's data seems to best account for what we see happening. It's also interesting that while Israel and CDC disagree about the efficacy against mild illness, ultimately the actions recommended by CDC are consistent with the data from Israel. Everyone agrees the vaccine's efficacy against severe disease is very high. In short, the vaccine is very worthwhile because it is good at keeping people alive if they are infected. The takeaway is to get vaccinated and wear a good mask1 according to CDC guidelines.

With a staggering 60 percent of U.S. students who enter community colleges being unqualified to take a college mathematics course, it's not surprising that so many do not understand the basics of what is happening. That, combined with a distrust of advice from medical professionals that borders on paranoia, these people look to trusted sources of misinformation like Facebook and Twitter for answers. Some hear about fully vaccinated people being infected and irrationally conclude that the vaccines are useless. Some think that since most unvaccinated people do not die when they get COVID-19 they will take their chances. What they don't realize is that a third of these infections lead to a long term or permanent impairment due to organ damage (lungs, heart, liver, kidneys, brain) or maladies that are not fully understood like chronic fatigue syndrome. Some in the tinfoil hat crowd think the vaccines contain a microchip to track their movements. Some selfish jackasses put their "freedom" to not be inconvenienced by wearing a mask above the lives and health of everyone who comes near them and society in general. They typically listen to Republican Party leaders who want to mire America down with disease and death to thwart Biden's pandemic recovery plans for their own political gain. Yes, in America a large number of people cheer low vaccination rates and the corresponding sickness and death it inflicts on themselves, their families, and their fellow citizens. They're rooting for the virus! That's how insane things have become.

However things work out, herd immunity in America is probably a fantasy because too many are too stupid to get vaccinated. That allows more contagious forms of the virus to emerge and those set the vaccination level for herd immunity even higher. In the worst case one of them will set us back to February 2020 and require the development of new vaccines. It is thought more than 80% of the population would need to be vaccinated to achieve herd immunity. However one slices it, the pandemic is far from over and other new variants of the SARS‑CoV‑2 virus are already on their way.

We have also discovered that fully vaccinated people who become infected with the delta variant can spread the disease, and Pfizer has stated that their vaccine begins to lose effectiveness about 6 months after the second dose. They claim that a third 'booster' shot can increase antibodies by 10 times, increasing the vaccine's effectiveness against the delta variant beyond that of the first two doses. Because of this, and because vaccines provide a weaker immune response in older people, Israel, United Kingdom, United Arab Emirates, and Germany are making booster doses available for the elderly. I would gladly pay for a booster shot but in America they are not yet available. I hope that changes soon. Instead the GOP is busy passing laws to protect the right of morons to infect others with this potentially lethal virus. With pro-virus bans on mask mandates and vaccine passports being enacted while the fourth wave of the pandemic is ramping up, hospitals are filling, and kids are going back to school, the virus is celebrating. With Florida alone accounting for more than 20% of all American hospitalizations, I'm sure the virus will campaign for caveman Ron DeSantis. 

If a much higher percentage of the population was vaccinated America would not be plunging back into the pandemic. This catastrophe was self-inflicted and entirely avoidable. It rests squarely on the shoulders of the unvaccinated, the unmasked, and the GOP leaders who have instigated and encouraged this irresponsible and anti-American behavior. Everyone must live (or die) with this situation because, as comedian Ron White famously said, "You can't fix stupid".

 

1  Lots of research indicates that mask quality is much more important when dealing with the SARS‑CoV‑2 delta variant.  The best masks, best first, are NIOSH certified N100 and N95 masks with no valve, KN95 masks, ASTM rated procedure masks (level 3 being best) layered, or layered under a cloth mask, a single ASTM rated procedure mask, or a cloth mask. Note that masks with valves allow the unfiltered spread of exhaled virus particles and should not be used.