Some reflections on American swimming pools

A plain clothes police officer jumps into a pool to arrest a group of of black and white protestors, 1964, Monson Motor Lodge, Florida

I’ve found, recently, that whenever I am swimming I can’t help but think about photographs. Perhaps it is something to do with the development process. In a darkroom, where film photos are processed, the negative is projected onto blank paper using light, the paper is submerged in trays of chemical, until an image rises up from the surface and becomes fixed. The water I swim is treated and it too tastes stinging…