Photographer's Note

This could be gravity right? The sheer force of his blade rippled the water like a missile passing feet above. The others are just passers by...suprised by the sudden upwelling, stunned by the surge of vapour from such a meager source. What density does his weapon possess, what strength does this blade hold over force and substance?
Who is this hidden savior against tradegy and pestilence?

This fountain is now shut off. During the hottest days of the year; when skin crawls from thirst and feet burn from the asphalt beneath...the water has been shut down. GONE...DRY. The angled structures offering shade and a seat away from the spray are warm and sandy to the touch. Grit covers the black glass of nearby pyramids standing alone in this American Giza.

I've been back some many times and life has left. interesting how we try to separate ourselves from the nature that surrounds, yet when water drys up life dissapears like so many water holes in the plains of Africa.

So where has the master of water gone? Who will wet the parched lips of this city as it lies weak against the encroaching desert glass.

Wetprint on Ilford Warmtone RC.


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