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.
I’ve been to this swimming pool before, five years ago, and made almost exactly this same photo. I know what I like, right? (Or I’m in a half-decade-long rut.)
But wait – coming soon to this very blog is a photo of a small-town swimming pool that is still in operation! Aren’t you so excited?
I guess the pool never got drained at the end of last summer. It didn’t look at all inviting in the spring. I mean, it wasn’t as bad as some pools I’ve seen, but still it was a far cry from the sparkling ready-for-summer pool that I wanted to see.
This other project I’m working on has been keeping me busy to the point where I haven’t been able to get out and make new photos. Sorry about that, but at least this one is new to all my follower(s) even though I actually made it a couple of years ago.
If you’re wondering what the Hampton Inn pool looks like at dawn, this ought to help. Although I can’t imagine why anyone would wonder about that…