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On the way down the hotel hallway to get this photograph, I had a conversation with a gentleman whose keycard didn’t work. He was heading back to the lobby to get it fixed; he was philosophical about it, saying, “Oh, well. I like to walk.”
But then when I stopped to get this photo, I caught a certain look (of terror, or confusion) in his eyes. And I don’t think it’s my imagination that he walked a little faster…
Vega, Texas
photographed 8.31.2025
pool (4th floor view)
So, what happened was that the crew installing the conduit for the new fiber lines installed that conduit RIGHT THROUGH THE MIDDLE of our sewer line. And that made our sewer, uh, not drain. And THAT led us to a lovely little staycation at a local hotel that did have operable sewers.
And that, naturally, led me to make this photo of the swimming pool from the 4th floor elevator lobby.
Because I did take my camera with me on our little trip.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.6.2023
Pool Boy
I have been through Crosbyton about a million times and for some reason I’d never bothered to stop to photograph their municipal swimming pool. My regular reader(s) may recall that I have sort of a thing for small town swimming pools; I cannot explain what I had not stopped here before now.
To my credit, though, I did stop as soon as I thought about, well, stopping.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 9.17.2021
Winter Pool
A summer swimming pool, with sparkling water and squealing kids, holds no interest to me.
But one that’s empty, except for the ice at the deep end? Oh, yes, I’ll spend quite a long time photographing that. (The Patient Spouse will back me on this.)
Minneola, Kansas
photographed 12.12.2020
Going Swimming
It was a hot and dry day. The town’s swimming pool was open; from a block away I could hear those shrieks that are particular to kids playing in a pool. It seemed so summery and normal which made me think about going in to take pictures of the swimmers. (I know! I thought about photographing people. Must have been a bit of a heat stroke.) I didn’t go in, though, because that seemed creepy and intrusive, and because this woman and her family created a nice enough tableau as they paused to pay their admission fee that I didn’t need to go any further.
Menard, Texas
photographed 6.14.2020
One Day | One Image 