Warning!! i can feel something decidedly odd possibly about to arise from this keyboard but surely the image above invites such so let me begin......  As the title says  “How, oh How, could I Resist?”, although i am guessing just a bit i could have called it “Four Balls and a Chlorine Pot in the Pool of Doom” or maybe “Degradation of the Plastic Way” or i guess any number of trendy, eco friendly linked, PC hugging examples of our collective demise in the modern age......  But i haven’t, because after all there is a gorgeous, though decaying, somewhat flocculent flower afloat in the pool and flowers are significant and this is a Camelia....... So why this image?  Simply put it is just because it somehow manages to be a nice photo, sans opinion and prejudice, although big screens and better quality image than i have offered might be needed to see what i am seeing.  There is a crispness and cleanness (technically speaking i guess) that could indicate all sorts of levels within the human experience.......  and i admit i am guessing because i have only just registered that thought and must now note that there is a lot that reflects life within this image, even if you are not into mosquito refuges and dead chlorine killer bots of the pool floating variety.  The donor Camelia above the scene i can imagine delicately dropping a blossom from arms reach, nose upturned in an attempt to brighten the dark pool of doom below while failing to note the demise of a neighbours attempt now slowly sludging and sinking as orange brown slosh.  At least now that one is somewhat colour co-ordinated while trailing the leader of the pack on it’s mission of degradation around pool perimeter. Reflections are good, there is whole different world in reflections and i have been known to seek them out and this pool has reflections aplenty, it has refractions...... well no refractions of note actually but the rainbow high overhead that i can see right now out the office window brings the word to mind and let us face it the goal is to live in the now......., sorry i enjoyed the actual experience too much to photograph and share with you. i am guessing that photography is just a quick form of sculpture and like life itself in all it’s permutations it is but a snapshot of a moment  that some of us would sculpt in stone to preserve.  Never the actual event mind you but in retrospect, a memory of the event so you know that at one point you were happy....ish or however it panned out. So then a touch of reality about the contents of image to confirm your worst fears and such, people have swum in this, i haven’t, it does tend a lot more user friendly on the eye than this in ‘the season’ shall we say, those balls have been played with but not by me, and every so often that spikey blue ball catches the light through it while backed up against the dark and it so glows with an electric ice blue glow.  It is photogenic agree or not, and like most things a bit either side of the “norm” it creates opinion............  ie: it becomes an expression of self, focused, individual, and exclusive in either direction, and thus that expression becomes like donning rose tinted spectacles or in this case maybe sludge slimed portals to the detritus of life, to skew ones life experience in one direction or another, it’s a choice. There is much in this image that could be commented on, relationships noted, opinions offered, and judgement made and everyone has a different take or reject, however a key aspect for me is the detail.  The detail within detail that can suck one in to definition and construct of universes aplenty with each defined experience having its own flavour of existence.  i have used the word ‘portal’ with specific intent and for many the examination of detail that defines and limits is a portal, a drilling down to the heart of things with this a “safe” pursuit in the world where we have been taught we are so small in a place so seeming large....... One speculates that the path of drilling down the detail will ultimately lead to the same source of ‘that out there’, consciousness that cradles reality.