Water Hole, 2013
I have always been fascinated by this combined experience of exhilaration and fear. I feel it when swimming in the ocean or even in the relative safety of a backyard pool. We are drawn to water but we cannot live there. A breath of air is the only thing that separates us from death.
These waterholes are such a contradiction to their desert surrounds and they take that feeling of life and death to extremes. The danger is real. It says so on the signs. These isolated bodies of water are the heartbeat of the country, the ultimate circle of life.
Both mystery and promise lie beneath the surface of these waters. A dark place of conflict, of light and dark and life and death, of questions unanswered.
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