I have a fascination with decaying outdoor pools. It may stem from a childhood in the Southern California suburbs. Pools were everywhere — the neighbors had one, my high school had one, there were several public ones — they were everywhere except in my backyard. My family never had one. But then just as I was getting ready to leave home for college, we moved to a new house with a massive pool. It seemed a cruel change of circumstances in which my family's good fortune stood as a mockery of my own desire.
In college, I swam at the pool designed for the 1984 Olympic diving competition, and the pool famously featured in Cacoon and that episode of Buffy where the entire Sunnydale swim team turns into reptiles. These were beautiful pools and should have cured me of any pool deficiency I'd suffered as a child. But no.
I came across the above pool while driving around the East Cape in New Zealand. There aren't a lot of outdoor pools in New Zealand, and this one, sitting at the edge of Lake Whakamarino, is particularly beautiful in its decay. It may not even have been a swimming pool, more like a wading pool. Or perhaps Victorian Kiwis were just really small people?