Raymond and I first met at a local café. We were dressed alike which seemed improbable to both of us. Equally improbably, we were each keeping company with a fat journal—inking/charting/adhesing artifacts from recent days onto fresh pages.
At his invitation, I joined Raymond at his table and the conversation bloomed. We were soon talking about what we loved about swimming and how it felt to photograph under water.
“Like a dance,” he told me. The movement, the breath, the timing.
Buoyed by happenstance we decided we’d meet at the pool next time. Now it’s our ritual—a morning plunge, the exhalation of thousands of bright bubbles, the wonder of what we might find under the surface.
