I’m not a great fan of indoor water parks, especially in the winter. I grew up in north Florida where swimming in spring-fed lakes and ponds was a almost daily affair. It’s not a fear of water or over-chlorinated water that’s turned me against indoor water parks. It was Cleveland Stadium and a playoff game against the Denver Broncos.
The Browns were attempting again, to advance to the Super Bowl with a post-season game with Denver. If you’re a Browns fan you know the story. If not, it’s a sad tale.
A photographer was assigned to cover the end of game celebration-dejection in the Browns locker room where we stashed a camera and flash before start of the game. The cold weather would have caused a camera being brought into the locker room from outside to fog up as soon as it hit the warm, humid air. A camera in the room for at least three hours was acclimated to the indoor conditions. The assigned photographer left his cameras with another photographer and shot what was dejection with a clear lens and viewfinder.
Every time I end up at an indoor water park with a camera it fogs up with similar circumstances to the Browns game.
Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t the Browns loss that injured me enough to hate water parks. It was the beer.
About half way through the third quarter I left the darkroom to relieve my full bladder. I rushed into the mens room to make a quick stop while film dried. I stopped short just inside the door to a surreal sight. The urinals in the stadium were porcelain troughs anchored to the walls. A pipe across the top flushed the urine.
The trough across the room from the doorway hung at an angle, its corner anchor pulled loose from the wall. The water missed the urinal and flowed across the inclined floor to a central drain. The unoccupied urinal was filled with yellow liquid also slowly draining onto the floor. Standing in the flow of liquid stood a vendor selling beer. Beer whose color matched the liquid sitting in the damaged trough. Fans bled their bladders, washed their hands, paid for a refill and moved out of the room for the stands, seemingly oblivious to the strange scene.
I’ve never been able to get past a fogged camera without thinking of my afternoon visit to a Cleveland Stadium bathroom.
Today’s photo is from a visit to a water park with the family. My camera fogged up and I used the bathroom once.
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