Friday, August 21, 2015
pooling my lights
Any good story should have suspense and conflict.
However, modern television and movies seem to have ripped both elements from their story-telling. So, shall I.
As you can see by the photograph, both lights in the pool are now operating. That is the first time I have seen the pool fully lit. As I was cropping the photograph, it occurred to me why it looks vaguely familiar.
Te lit-up pool has characteristics similar to those memorial fountains found in medium-sized Western cities. If I turned on the water feature, all of the elements would be there.
I should have lit up the full house -- on both floors -- to give you an idea how creative the architect was in her use of light in combination with the lines of the house. Night-time here can be a visual feast. But that can wait for a future essay.
I wanted to be here when the pool guys showed up yesterday. When we left on sme errands, I left the repaired lights sitting on the edge of the pool.
Watching the re-installation would have been fun. But knowing how electrical connections are often accomplished here, I may be just as glad to have missed it.
Instead, Leo volunteered to be the guinea pig in entering the water first. He survived. As did our friendship.
Now, I can share my pool with guests -- a lit pool that will be certain to attract every mosquito in the barrio. But it will certainly be pretty.