This image is interesting because of the story and the name of the town and everything that starts bubbling to the surface by association.
Concentrating on the image itself (and just that), I see an image of youthful eagerness here.
The pool is there, and it is filled, but most people would still consider this unfinished (the little excavator is a bit of a hint.)
But no, that boy is gonna swim!
I like how the orange accents create a visual link between labour and leisure.
But let me tell you that all those considerations only came on second viewing.
On first viewing, this image reminded me mostly of a really close call my son experienced on the edge of a private swimming pool in Boston.
We were visiting the N-E of the USA and had arranged to meet up with a dear friend who lives in the Virgin Islands but who was staying with another friend somewhere around Boston. So we drove and used maps and directions sent by telephone and we arrived at the place on a hot summer day.
This was the summer of 2008.
Our son Simon (13 years old at the time) saw the swimming pool and could not wait to get in there and cool off from our long drive.
I got ready to shoot his jump into the pool. But those people owned a dog and that dog was not yet really used to Simon. No proper introductions had been made.
When it happened, we did not really realize what we had just seen happening.
Only later, going through images, we saw how Simon had just escaped from something that could have ended up really bad.
