Recent pools of thoughts in regards to AR swim hole:

• Contentment is letting the juice of the white peach youre eating drip down all over your bare body and the sand below you, eyes closed, paying attention to nothing but how perfectly ripe the sweet treat is while the sound of the river flowing muffles any distracting sensations. You reach the pit, open your eyes, throw it in the woods, and retreat back into the water, washing off all the sticky residue from the juice. Good friends and new acquaintances are spread out along the landscape within earshot, each exploring a different aspect of the swimminghole. If youre lucky, cows are wading in the water, too. A buddy offers you a local craft beer, somewhat warm but kept cool by the shallow current we put it in. Floating around in the water, drunk off beer and sunshine, you catch up with those wish you had more time to spend with.  They always make you proud to know em when you hear what they've been up to. One conversation leads to the next until the dark sneaks up on ya. you and your friends scurry to pick up all your things and pile into the car, still damp and sandy. The car windows roll down, the music turns up, and you re-live the day on the car ride home, wondering why you dont do this more often. 

• When my great grandmother died, she left the family some money to go have a sweet meal together at a nice restaurant. I will be leaving my family and friends some money to get some booze, take out food, treats, and canoes so they can go spend a day together at the river. 

• Arkansas swim holes have always served as a place for me to retreat to. Something about the buzzing stimuli of the environment keeps my thoughts simple. And I think its important to portray swim holes as such. Simple, sweet, not conceptual, just being, appreciating, taking it in. A lot is said between friends at swimholes without words being exchanged. lots of nonverbal language, which I love.