January 10, 2020
Meanwhile
I was location scouting for a film that never happened.
Jonathan, United States.
December of 2019 both me and my wife invited our families to meet in Sintra, Portugal, a first at our home and a first in Portugal for both. On this day we went to see a stormy coastline in Azenhos do Mar.
Frank Schmidt, South Africa.
I wasn't able to go back visiting my family in Shanghai until 2022. & I never saw my grandma again.
Pixy Liao, China
I was excited to have my first solo exhibition in nyc. And it's also my birthday.
GUANYU XU, China
That evening, I met with a very good friend and professional colleague, with whom I am close, but we have always lived far apart from each other, so we rarely meet. I think even then we were talking about how we could understand the world. This is the content of his pocket that he laid out on the counter.
Peter Puklus, Hungary
I was sending a casual, goofy selfie kiss to my boyfriend while he was at the office, just a few weeks before we all stopped going to the office.
Anastasia Solopchuk, Russian Federation
On this day, I was testing out an antique 8"x10" view camera that I was going to show my students. I ended up teaching large format photography through a computer screen throughout the next year.
Jessica Auer, Canada
A silly selfie of me all dressed up and probably headed to the last of my art criticism classes. That's the Fenty lipstick in Candy Venom that's been discontinued. My scarf is from Zanzibar. I was probably stuck in traffic somewhere near Mumbai's Mahalaxmi Bridge, but January is still bright and cool enough that I wasn't sweating or uncomfortable. It seems like my taxi was congratulating me for my style, and my class, with a big bouquet!
Rachel Lopez, India
Still of our breakfast table with the tableware of grandfather Peter in my boyfriend’s family vacation home in Prien am Chiemsee, Bavaria.
Paula Gisler, Switzerland
I took this self portrait of me and my family to send to a crush whom I had only met once. This crush ended up moving in with me two months later and we spent the pandemic together (still after only having met once).
Marianna Rothen, Canada
At that day I was at a festival celebrating music made with tapes, some people already started masking and it was the last festival for a long while.
Uli, Germany
The only photo i took on this day was a screenshot of an old image showing my parents on a mountain hike in Austria in the early 70ties. My dad bought my mother this hiking outfit at Lodenfrey in Munich the day before.
Debora Mittelstaedt, Germany
Un viernes cualquiera decidí hacer esta foto en la que se ve una nota de amor de un ex novio, el recorte de los pantalones que solía comprarme, la pulsera del cumple de Arturo y muchos recuerdos más.
Aida Cousillas , Spain
This photograph of the full moon was taken just outside the gates of the Imperial War Museum in London. I must have been on my way to the Lambeth North tube station just down the road for a night out, or a late night food run to the nearest kebab shop.
Shane Lim, Singapore
I was preparing for my first trip to Japan, which would last three weeks. Usually I put all the house plants in one place to make it easier for whoever is watering them while being away. One of the plants had somehow grown into an opening on the side of the heater and the vine had found a narrow spot, where it could exit again. Therefore I was unable to move that plant to another location in the apartment.
Judith Hornbogen, Germany
Loss is an inevitable aspect of our personal lives. Be it the demise of a loved one or the termination of a romantic relationship, it leaves us feeling vulnerable and dejected. In his book "On the Wisdom of Life," Schopenhauer postulates that these emotions create an inner challenge, manifesting in fear, loneliness, and sadness. He asserts that the love of life is rooted in the fear of death, and the drive to socialize with others is not primarily motivated by affection for them but by the dread of solitude.
My personal experience resonates with Schopenhauer's ideas, and I have observed that my works reflect this feeling. I have started collecting these emotions as a part of a project, and I believe that this work is inexhaustible. Abbas Maroufi once said, "Watch me from afar, and you may think I am doing fine. But up close, you will see that I am actually quite sad."
Morterza Beiglou, Iran
It was night and I was walking through Pigneto, an area of Rome frequented by many young people. Amongst new cool cafes built during the gentrification of the neighbourhood, a few old authentic bars remained. That red pool hall is one of them and is frequented by older people who have lived in the neighbourhood for over 30 years.
Claudia Deganutti, Italy
As my friend and I wandered through the streets of Kreuzberg in Berlin, we passed a quirky bodega, where the scent of tea mixed with the odd sight of framed images—squirrels mid-action, clutching weapons—leaving me to wonder what bizarre message the owner was trying to convey.
Nura Qureshi, Germany
The first and last of the day, five minutes before midnight.
Marek Kita, Poland
It was a meeting-party, I had helped cooking pizzas. An artist left the city for the United States to do a mastery related to art and ceramics. A farewell for a crush.
Tania, Mexico
I have shared my time between my home town Helsinki and Brussels for over twenty years. This Joyëux Noel-photo was taken in my neighbourhood in Brussels. A couple of months later an almost complete lockdown was introduced. Some entrepreneurs limited their business hours and the number of people in their premises at one time. Some closed their doors altogether.
Later during the pandemic, I went to stay in Finland for a long while. On returning to Brussels, it was a sign of normality to see these window paintings appearing again. Although I had never met the person who painted the Father Christmas and snowman in my photo, I felt happy that the guy had survived the pandemic, and continued making paintings in the neighbourhood.
Riitta Oittinen, Finland
I was working on a TV show. We were filming outside on a cold, rainy January night. I was soaked, as was everyone. I probably took this picture to show my boyfriend what a miserable night it was. We had 3 weeks left of filming when the show shut down in March 2020. I didn't wait for the industry to come back, instead I pursued an MFA in photography.
Tasha, United States
This day I was setting up lightning for an upcoming portrait series in my atelier. As I was alone, I had to help myself with this installation in order to make progress with the preparations.
Olivier C. Meriel, France
On January 10, 2020 I took this smartphone photo of an apartment block next to the one I was living in at that time in Munich. This image taken at night hints at the things to come, when people were isolated at home for months to come, due to Covid 19 related lockdowns and restrictions. Im March, I managed to get the last airplane to Seoul, where I also lived with my Korean wife. Unlike Germany, South Korea did never need lockdowns, but I could not leave the country for 3 years. So I started my photo project PAUSE to portray my local grungy neighborhood at the end of December 2020, Germany just had gone in another lockdown while South Korea had just introduced tighter rules because of the pandemic. Both countries had around 1000 Covid 19 cases a day then. In Germany that number meant deaths, while in Korea it was the number of new infections in the whole country. Human life in those dark times was happening only privately behind doors and windows. Shops, bars, restaurants were either completely shut down or closed early. Usually busy nightlife and entertainment areas were deserted, and of course it helped that it was icy cold outside too.
Since that time in late December, I often walked around the Yangcheongu district after midnight to photograph the eerily silent city , which looked like an abandoned theater set. I was interested in the empty spaces of the (disappearing) neighborhoods full of patina, history and human traces. The longer I roamed the same streets night after night, the more I felt like Bill Murray in the movie “Groundhog Day”. It seemed that I got to know every street, every corner and every stone in my neighborhood. Ironically, while I was photographing the abandoned streets and dystopian urban spaces of Seoul, I was actually much safer here than if I had been staying in my native Germany. PAUSE was finished in March of 2022, when restrictions in both countries were lifted.
Matthias Ley, Germany
On january 10, 2020. Theodoro arrived at our house, today theo is 5 years old which makes us remember that difficult time, thinking that months later we would be confined in mandatory quarantine
Carloman Macidiano Céspedes Riojas, Peru.
I letter written to our daughter from our Israeli family who were leaving after a very special visit. The letter on the right was written in Hebrew by one of the cousins.
Jess Levey, USA.
Salí a caminar por el parque de Chapultepec para despejar mi mente después de pasar todo el día en el estudio. Me encontré con estas alas de mariposa monarca; probablemente, se volvió el alimento de algún pájaro del parque.
Ernesto Solana, Mexico.
Camila is now my wife. When I made this photo we had only two weeks dating not knowing was coming further.
Santiago Escobar-Jaramillo, Colombia.
Through the photographs and videos stored in my phone, I can pinpoint the exact day I first, and quite consciously, decided to listen to country music. It was during the lockdown. I was alone in my cold Berlin flat, the kind with no central heating. Escapism became the only way to deal with reality, and country music—a genre I’d previously dismissed—emerged as its soundtrack. Somehow, amidst the irony, it worked. Country wasn’t the only discovery of those days. Disco, too, unexpectedly resurfaced, glittering like an old friend you hadn’t realised you’d been missing. It filled the space in the evenings, rescuing me from the flatness of isolation with its relentless optimism. But it was Lynn Anderson’s “Rose Garden” that stuck. A song I recorded during a live performance just to send to a friend, more curious about his reaction than the music itself. Yet that innocent, almost saccharine tune returned to me, time and again, softening those long, dark, hermetic evenings. The chorus played on a loop: I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there's gotta be a little rain sometime...
Yan Chmarau, Belarus.
那年我還住在台灣，打工存去英國留學的錢。當天我一如往常在上班的路上，途中看到了地上有個牙齒矯正器，出於直覺拍下了這張照片，因為覺得突兀的有點好笑。 台灣是第一個開始對Covid警覺的國家，因此這張照片拍下後不到一個月政府就開始叫大家戴口罩了。那個月恰逢過農曆年，我也在那個月遇到現在的伴侶。我們一起經歷了疫情隔離，到現在還在一起。
Mingyi Sung, Taiwan.
Maarten in room 209 of some unknown hotel in Paris. I think you didn't expect me to take this photo. We are tired and I am about to leave to the theater again to perform. You are freshly showered; looking so serious, while actually you are soft and sweet.
Sara Wilhelmsson, Sweden.
Past the borderlines that delimit the Peruvian highlands, before the desolation struck on the already desolated. Ayacucho, 2020.
Samantha Avila, Peru.
On January 10, 2020, I was two months into my 3-month stint in hospital trying to recover from a surgical error back in November 2019, when I found the creative and physical energy to shoot a few self-portraits in my hospital room. I hadn't eaten or had a drink for two months as my body tried to heal itself. I was getting all my nutrition through a PICC line in my arm that fed directly into my heart. By the time I made it home in early February murmurs of "Corona Virus" were spreading through the hospital -- but I was going home so I didn't think much of it. In fact, over the following seven months at home on my PICC line, not eating or drinking, while the rest of the world fell into turmoil and fear, I was fighting through my own journey of uncertainty and pain. So much so that I was barely aware of how much the world had changed until my home-care nurses started showing up with masks, and gloves and awkward new protocols meant to protect each of us. I ended up back in the hospital in early September 2020 for another surgery, and by that time many of the Covid-19 hospital protocols had relaxed quite a bit, so thankfully I'd managed to miss the worst of it all. The beginning of Covid is like an afterthought for me because of the physical and emotional pain I was living through each day. I can't imagine how much harder it would have been for me and my family had we been more aware of the state of the world.
Claire Dam, Canada.
Here follows an itemised description of a photograph, taken with an iPhone 7 on the 10th of January 2020. The head is an African painted clay object, bought in Maun in Botswana and repaired after a fall. I was told it was used as a passport but I'm not so sure that's the truth. The book cover is 'When I Was a Boy' by Katrien de Blauwer. Underneath is a Macbook Air from 2013.
Gordon Spooner, France.
This photo was taken on the road from Amsterdam, where I was living at the time, to the northern part of the country, as my ex-boyfriend of seven years and I were on our way to a family birthday. I remember feeling restless and uncertain, though I couldn't pinpoint why, but the moon and the light that afternoon gave me a sense of happiness. A month later, the relationship ended.
Lidewij Mulder, Netherlands.
This was my first try of ice-skating. There was a an ice-skating ring out in the open stadium in my hometown Odesa(Ukraine). The sunset during my struggling to skate was amazing.
Lizuza, Ukraine.
I had stayed up late for the release of a song by one of my favorite artists, and I had it on repeat all day that day. The lyrics really resonated with me at the time, so I took a picture of them. Over the past four years, this song and those words have shaped some of my relationships with people I've met. The song is called Isohel, which is basically a line drawn on a map that connects places with the same amount of sunshine. To me, it felt like a reminder that we’re all connected, even through something as simple as how long the sun shines in different places. That thought is comforting.
Hiba Dahibi, Morocco.
I took my Mazda 5 Protege down a trail I really shouldn't have. I had to find reception in the woods before calling a towing company called God's Boot.
Alden Wallace, Canada.
On January 10th 2020 at 17:58 I was watching a beautiful and quiet sunset at the winter village of Lálp d'huez in France. It was the very first day of our family winter vacation, we had arrived from Brazil earlier that morning, and we had absolutely no idea about the scenario we would be facing just 60 days later.
ANA LEAL, Brazil.
A friday night out with a friend in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia before we had any clue.
Suniko Bazargarid, Mongolia.
Friday dinner at my best friend's: he enthusiastically tried a new method of cooking a steak just to medium. While he was cooking, the sun set in a warm embrace from the kitchen window.
Corinne Biglietti, France.
While walking through a neighborhood in Chinatown, Los Angeles, I saw this fruitful bunch of cacti overflowing through a fence.
Anna Sophia Moltke, USA.
That day, when we got together with friends for an alternative dinner, my friends called it Mordisco, and we would have to eat pizzas without hands. The experience of 7 participants eating the same pizza at the same time was both funny and provocative. From there, I thought that the ways of eating I know are boring, so I would look for new ones.
Gaspar Iwaniura Lorge, Argentina.
Meanwhile, I dropped coins into the carnival claw machine to try my luck.
Becky Jaffe, USA.
The photo was taken on Siquijor, Philippines. A view from our terrace. At that moment we were not yet prepared for what would await us in the course of our journey. We - Feli & Pepita - had just arrived in Siquijor and shortly afterwards travelled on via Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand and actually planned to go back from Hong Kong to Germany. During our journey, we took photos of young people in their rooms and interviewed them. Some of the photos were later published in the book "IN MY ROOM - A portrait of a generation in lockdown" and were honored by UNICEF - photo of the year in 2021. But we didn't know that on 10 January 2020, only when we arrived in Singapore did the situation worsen and we flew back from Bangkok earlier than planned. Nobody realised that we would be facing two years of lockdowns and working from home. The view of the sea and the sunset was a very happy moment on our trip.
Feli & Pepita, Germany.
A perfect day. Travel, views, family, in nature, on the snow. Couldn't be better.
Elli Bardas, Australia.
Cooling down It was a really hot summer day in Buenos Aires, I was at my friend's house and this watermelon was the only thing inside her fridge. Immediately I thought it made a good picture so I snapped the picture with a flash. I still look at it with joy.
Maria Aponte, Venezuela.
It was the 10th of January 2020 and the first full moon of the new year was rising. Wolf Moon, named after howling wolves. The skies were clear and with shades of purple and somewhere else in the world the soon famous COVID genome was being released. Non of us would have had guessed that in two months we would not be seeing skies from our window offices, because we would be on lockdowned in our houses.
Teresa Oliveira da Silva, Portugal.
I took this photo in Malindi along the coast of Kenya. At the time, I had a job in New Jersey. This was the first time that year I got to visit family in Kenya, and as is family tradition, we visited the coast. In the photo is the shadow of a "beachboy" who was selling coconuts. As he walked by, I could help but notice how his shadow interacted with the textures of the sand, the water and the footprints
Ian Wainaina, Kenya.
Few weeks after the mass uprising took place in Bangladesh, this boy injured from bullets stuck in his eye. He was an electrician and wants to go back to his old life but he is partially blind now.
Asad, Bangladesh.
Synchronicity h 4:44 Friday, January 10th 2020 Screenshots Moto g(6) Rome, Italy. Synchronicity is a concept coined by Swiss psychologist Carl Jung to describe coincidences or events that seem related, even though they are not causally connected. Starting on July 10th, 2019, I began collecting screenshots from my phone whenever I saw specific patterns, such hours and minutes displayed the same number.
Tommaso Sacconi, Italy.
This image was a still frame from a video I made on the 6 train in Manhattan, New York City, on January 10, 2020. The image was of a stranger, but someone who looked just like me. New York City (and the world) later closed down in March, just after I had left to go home from a trip. Unknowingly and unwittingly on that day in January, I had recorded an image that I would later use each year as a nostalgic reminder of what once was, and titled the piece "In Transit."
Sara Silks, USA.
Although she’s caught me, I can’t help but take photos of my daughter sleeping - it is a rare moment of calm, time to reflect and enjoy her while she’s still and not flitting like a hummingbird on a mission always ahead of me. I remember this morning, though. She had just turned 5 the day after Christmas and winter break had just ended. With her new big girl bed, it was unusual for her to end up in my mine and I treasured the gift. Despite the new year always delivering a fair share of anxiety for me, I felt a sense of deep peace lying next to her, holding her and watching her sleep safely as we embarked on another year. Whatever was to come felt pretty hopeful, even simple, when looking down at a little sleeping person, dreaming in holiday pajamas. Whenever I felt those relieved feelings, I took the sleeping pictures to remind me - mementos that everything will be ok for her in this world, she will be safe and I can protect and guide her. This was my memento taken the morning of January, 10, 2020.
Sara Markese, USA.
Meeting my Daughter with her brother in Neutral Space since 2016.
MTA, Italy.
As part of my usual morning routine, I ran from my home through the forested trails of Golden Gardens Park in Seattle. I exited the dark forest onto 300 feet of shimmering shoreline along the Salish Sea, where I encountered an unexpectedly vibrant beach-volleyball net. It was adorned with over 100 pink, red, white, and yellow lilies, roses, and chrysanthemums, as well as a picture of a beach volleyball player in action. It turned out to be part of a beautiful memorial service for 44-year-old Sophy L. Math, a beloved beach-volleyball player in the greater Seattle community. Math had drowned just a few days prior, when his inflatable raft capsized in the waters off a beach park in Mukilteo, WA. According to The Seattle Times, Math was “one of the most beloved members" of Seattle's volleyball community, known for his inclusivity in the sport. A Facebook post invited fellow players and friends/family to Math's beach memorial at Golden Gardens Park, where they planned to share stories of him around beach bonfires, rain or shine. The volleyball net, with its multicolored flowers, transformed into a virtual rainbow that stretched across the sand – a poignant and apropos visual remembrance of a person who made a difference in many people's lives.
Ellen Craft, USA.
It was my first trip with my boyfriend. We met through Instagram in 2019 and finally dared to meet in January. The agreed date was January 9th; he's from Quito, Ecuador, and I'm from Lima, Peru. We met in Cuenca, Ecuador. It was the 'halfway point.' On our second day together, he suggested going to Cajas National Park. We spent all day there, surrounded by lots of greenery and water. That photo was taken inside the park. In total, we spent 10 days together. Our plan was for him to visit Lima in March or April. But then the pandemic hit. Now we've known each other for almost 5 years
Paola Jimenez, Peru.
La luz del sol entraba al mediodía. 12:24. No recuerdo si me duché a esa hora o la luz hizo que use la cámara del teléfono, como suele ser. 0°17'26.7"S 78°27'07.6"W
Alejo Reinoso, Ecuador.
Victory in diversity.
Ganiu Adeyinka Adebayo, Nigeria.
The desolation of Enghaveparken, Vesterbro, Copenhagen - normally vibrant with live - on 10th January 2020 at 17:25.
Kasper Bergholt, Denmark.
Broken angel. Tämä enkeli jökötti paikoillaan meidän pihassa vuodesta 2006 saakka. Se kesti auringon, kuumuuden, sateet, tuiskut ja pakkaset kantaen urheasti lyhtyä kädessään. Kattoremonttia se ei kestänyt. Uuden vuoden jälkeen remonttiporukka saapui paikalle, ja alkoi viskelemään vanhoja kattotiiliä alas katolta. Siinä rytäkässä myös enkeli otti siipeensä. Nyt se on taas liimattu kasaan, ja seisoo entisellä paikallaan. Hiukan rujompana tosin. Olikohan tämä enne tulevasta?
Noisy Lux, Finland.
Before pandemic, my daughter goes to school from 7 am to 2 pm, then suddenly a pandemic occurs. This made a big difference for my daughter. She must lose the world she likes, the world of school along with her friends. She had to go back home, spend time with her book, her friends with virtually and she had to meet me all the time. i saw something missing from the world of my daughter , but in the midst of that irreplaceable loss, my daughter began to fill in the blanks by learning and playing.
Idealita, Indonesia.
Photography taken in Castro, Chiloe - Chile.
Barbara Oettinger, Chile.
On January 10, 2020, I was relaxing at home in Côte d'ivoire , in West Africa holding a Budweiser beer for the first time. The brand had recently arrived in my country, and I was eager to try it while unwinding with a video game. At that moment, everything felt normal,just another day spent at home. I had no idea that, on the very same day, the viral genome sequence of what would become known as COVID-19 was released. I think this mundane photo captures a moment of peace before the world was turned upside down by the pandemic. It’s a memory of life as it was, before a new reality reshaped our everyday routines.
JonArt, Côte d'Ivoire.
I was in a place known as Chicken Village, close to Đà Lạt, in Vietnam. I went there to see this huge chicken statue. The legend says a girl from the village went to the mountain to find a 9-spur chicken that her lover's family demanded to get married. She couldn't find it and died. Afterward, the villagers built a chicken statue in her honor. While I was taking this photograph, a young couple was getting married a few meters away.
Lorena Ruiz Pellicero, Spain.
on the washing line
Filip D'hooghe, Belgium.
Right before the pandemic "officially hit" in the United States, I took these lengthy photo walks around various Los Angeles neighborhoods, documenting suburban artifacts for a project called Let's Not and Say We Did, which later became a small run book. This image did not make the cut...
Avital Oehler, Israel.
After 10 years abroad, I return home and take a full-time job at a film company, albeit with a low salary and little time off. The daunting task of relocating begins, and I dread dealing with public services in Greece. At the tax office, I learn I have €5,000 in debts, which is absurd since I wasn’t tax-registered there. They inform me it’s related to my car, which I imported to Switzerland. Five years ago, I paid to change the plates, and the Swiss administration returned the Greek plates, but the Greek authorities never unregistered them! I take a day off to the Ministry of Transport in Athens to resolve this. I’ve been warned not to handle it myself and to pay intermediaries, but I refuse. On January 10, 2020, at 7 a.m., I find myself in a chaotic office filled with angry citizens and intermediaries, with no clear signs or queues. I feel lost until I spot my old car plates sitting on a desk. I approach an employee and say, “Hi, these plates used to be mine.” She dismisses me, but I insist, showing my documents and explaining the situation. After checking, she says, “These plates… are a pending matter.” At the moment, I perceived this as a sign of good luck. These were the only plates to be seen in this whole hell. Yet nothing changed to how hopelessly I had to struggle to find justice. I can’t help though but laugh at the thought of this employee who received the official documents from Switzerland and simply decorated their desk with my plates and continued their day.
Antigoni Papantoni, Greece.
I was playing with Snapchat filters on my grandma after a lovely chat with her about my NYE in Berlin.
Natalia Poniatowska, Poland.
A person graffitis a door of an abandoned building in Tower Hamlets borough of east London.
Marika Kochiashvili, Georgia.
While thinking about January 10, 2020, I remembered walking in Karaköy, Istanbul. It was almost sunset, and I could see Galata Tower framed between the split trunk of a tree in front of me. I liked how the tower suddenly appeared through the branches, and how the dry branches looked against the sky.
Berk Kır, Turkey.
Posted to Instagram on January 10th 2020. The caption reads simply TOILET OF LONDON. I have no recollection of which pub this toilet is in; it may have been in a restaurant. Plausibly an Italian restaurant? I assume I was drunk.
Matt Hulse, United Kingdom of Great Britain.
Тhe flying child
Svilen Nachev, Bulgaria.
That day I was in Cebu looking for a barbershop before I flew back to Manila after my corporate shoot. I saw my reflection in the glass and took a selfie because it looked like I had double exposure on my pants. Just a spontaneous walk trip. I am also clueless that COVID-19 was discovered that day! People seemed to have a normal life without wearing masks until the end of February. I just know that from March 2020 onwards people had a lot of time taking selfies in their homes. We had no clue there would be a new normal. Those months through the year are challenging. Gladly, we're back to normal having normal selfies outside our homes.
Allen Villaflor, Philippines.
This old box from 1970's was once used to carry a special clock for racing pigeons. I filled it with an old purse that contained love messages from its owners unknown past.
Melissa Mahon, Ireland.
Am 10. Jänner 2020 haben mein bester Freund und ich in der Mittagspause eine Galerie besucht, wo wir Andy Warhol trafen. :-)
Alois Loidl, Austria.
I was studying photography in Paris in 2020 and this photo was part of our first storytelling class. We had tabout 10 minutes to tell a story in 4 pictures taken with our phone and to come back with a variety of options, so that you could realize how the story would be different or better with another photo.
Anouk Flesch, Luxembourg.
Flower blooms in front of my class capture my attention
Sana Maqsood, Pakistan.
The day a new journey has begun.
Theodor Călin, Romania.