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This is an unnecessarily short or long little portfolio [depending on your patience and point of view] of an hour spent with a digital single lens reflex [slr] on a place in Ohio USA. The lands known to many as simply Spring Valley are a spiritual place and according to popular belief a place of immense Native American activity due to the presence of extensive flint deposits that run through the county and the small earthworks by the stream there. It was the location of one of the most magnificent spring fed swimming pools [complete with olympic spec competition lanes, high dive, deep end with snakes and frogs, sand beach, water slides, inches deep infant friendly shallow end, dodge ball dock, snack shed, and handsome/beautiful midwestern lifeguards] that you could ever imagine. First kisses happened. First cigarettes were sneaked. Small packages of marijuana [locally grown and known as weed or grass] were lost and found in the pool out of simple forgetfulness and fortune and stashed and were dried and were rolled and were smoked in secret later. This was the utopian summer place to be in the Licking County area until about four or five years ago until the liability, inconvenience, or simply differences in capitalist philosophy or agenda [depending on who you ask locally] led to disagreements to disagree and created a stalemate. The pool was closed. The land up to the highest bidder. And one Grace Gordon [amongst other key players] won an artistic battle of pen and perseverance to keep the lands from commercial development. It is now either called the Spring Valley Land Trust or the Spring Valley Natural Area. I forget what the sign actually says. It was a September Sunday in the universe yesterday. And this is a case [in progress] for digital photography.