Rockpool study

When I was 19 or 20 my Mum bought be a digital camera that you could use underwater. It was just a small point and shoot, and is very similar to the camera I use now. This was before smartphones were popular, possibly before they existed, and long before they could do all the fancy stuff they do now, things I assume like taking underwater photos.
I had this camera and thought it was just the coolest thing in the world. I loved beaches, rockpooling, anything to do with the sea (except for swimming in it, that came later) and now I had this portal with which to uncover all sorts of secrets.
I have another little underwater camera now. It doesn't take great photos, but it gives an impression. I also use a snorkel mask to put my whole face into large pools now, and just hang out down there. There's something very singular about kneeling upsidedown on spiky rocks with your bum in the air and your face in freezing cold water, hoping to see something beautiful or disgusting.

It's up to you how you receive it. Perhaps it's just a window into something usually hidden, and now you can have a piece of it. I don't know that I'm even sure what it is to me. Something tied up in memory and mystery and grief.