THE POOL STORY

My discovery of the Pool of Possibilities was as big for me as Hiram Bingham must have felt as he first explored Machu Picchu in Peru or when Jimmy Angel piloted his small plane over Angel Falls, Venezuela, the highest waterfall in the world. In twenty-five years of world travels, I have witnessed and photographed both these places. As grand and exciting as they were, each in its own right, they did not stir my heart or take me to the depths of my soul in the same way as the Pool does. Here's how it all began:
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The Resolve |
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The Task Late afternoons, as the September light gently waned and October light was rapidly shrinking, I would dart outside to photograph whatever caught my eye. On four or five occasions, the first thing I noticed was the pattern of reflections in the forty-foot swimming pool, right outside our patio door. When the water turned to solid ice, I often found myself focusing on the shapes created by the play of morning light on its ridges. I thought little of all this at the time and was happy to return to what I perceived to be my "real" work: preparing for the next trip and multi-media show. |
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The Epiphany |
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