By Delaney Young
Home. A place so familiar and all I knew for 18 years.
When quarantine became a reality, I decided to return home to California from college in Oregon to try to regain some normalcy. But Los Angeles in the age of the coronavirus is a place I don’t recognize.
The beaches on a hot day in spring would normally be filed with colorful umbrellas and people leisurely laying carefree, laughing. Those carefree days, however, have been put on pause.
I grew up going to Laker games with my dad who has had season tickets for three decades. I can still feel the excitement in the air of crowds coming together outside of the Staples Center forming a sea of gold and purple. With games also on pause, the city streets feel like a ghost town.
For years, I’ve endured bumper-to-bumper traffic in the city, feeling the communal road rage. As I zoom through the streets these days, I almost miss the chaos of rush hour.
Everywhere I go these days, I’m reminded of my yearning for the traffic, the crowds, the energy that makes Los Angeles what it is.
This photo series documents that longing.