Pic of the week: swimmers

In my last post I talked about the limitation of size. When I was in art school we used to make this joke that the bigger we printed, the better our grade, because that was the trend at the time. And it was expensive!! Now I feel reduced to admiring glorified contact sheets.

The magic in photography resides in the details for me and when I pulled this series of photographs up on screen this week my heart leapt with joy.

When I was sixteen years old, I saved up for Paris and spent a summer with my friend that lived there. I promised my mother to visit the L'Orangerie to see Monet's lilies. He painted those paintings with this room in mind and even with my teenage brain, it had tremendous impact. So I could not help but think of those images and that feeling I had when I set about processing this images.

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