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May 11, 2008
It is almost summer in Arizona and the days are inching up to 100F. Despite Phoenix being beachless, Australians would be completely comfortable with the sun-drenched culture of the desert city. Weekends are spent lazing by the pool, stretched out on sun chairs, or in outdoor activities with the shirt and off and the chest bare. The local hipster hotels throw all day pool parties with cover fees in order to cash in on this love affair with the sun and socialisation.
One thing that suprised me was the level of segregation in pool culture between the creative and service industries. I was recently surprised to see several young people lazing by the pool on a weekday while the sun was at its zenith. I wondered why they weren't at work. It was not until later it occurred to me they worked in the service industry and their nights were dominated by working timetables.
By the same token I was over-hearing a conversation today between strangers where one woman was lamenting her long work hours and how it cut into her sun time such that she could only get a few hours in on the weekend. Not unlike my own situation.
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lovely photo Cam. A sun-drenched culture means skin cancer to me. I avoid the sun during the day---easly morning and later afternoon are my times.