Monday, December 31, 2007
It always does some weird nostalgic thing--the coming of the new year. So here is a photo of three boys in the river (the Hudson) one idyllic summer day. I like that you can't see what they are looking at or how wide, how deep the body of water is. There is an ecstatic freedom when swimming in a huge river in the midst of summer--floating between depth and sky, supported by volumes, bathed by the sun.