she's not mineactually I really don't know her at all
she's the daughter of my friend's girlfriend
~~~
today he took her to the park while her momma was at school
and
he said
"come with us...and bring your camera"
so I did
and
she was adorable
~~~
and
on this perfectly warm
screaming blue sky
day
I wanted to be six again
with the wind in my hair and not a care in the world
laughing and singing
and
swinging
and
eating cookies and drinking apple juice
~~~
just like her
Nothing like a swing on a bright sunny day to release such abandon...now I just get dizzy and queasy. Great picture Beth!
ReplyDeleteAnd Kathy says: How high can I fly? she said and pumped harder on the downward thrust.
ReplyDeletegreat shot and the words that go with them are wonderful!
ReplyDeleteamazing capture as the wind rushes past
ReplyDeleteI so very much love that picture. Great capture!
ReplyDeleteAnd because of the great job you did with picture and words, just for a few seconds I was, 'just like her.'
ReplyDeleteoh....so do I honey...so do I. I would have grape koolaid, a lemon cookie and fly so high on the swing that I feel as though I could touch the clouds....
ReplyDeletefreedom - sweet, sweet freedom.
Great pic Beth. At 35 my best friend and I went and swang on swings in the middle of the night. It was so silly and such fun. Thanks for bringing that back to me.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo Beth.. I miss those days too :-)
ReplyDeleteAmazing capture!!!
ReplyDeleteWow.
Hi Beth,
ReplyDeleteI hope you did have a go on the swing?! It's good to let your hair down occasionally!
Happy Easter.
Love this image. Love the sense of freedom..of carefree childhood..of feeling the wind. T'would be great to be a child again!!!
ReplyDeleteBut, Beth...
ReplyDeleteI have always sensed this little girl still alive & well right within you!
Your magical trips to places long forgotten, the beauty that escapes most but delights the ones present enough to see it.
I can even picture you on that swing. Same exhiliration & happiness radiating from within...
The weather looked completely ideal for a spring day! I know you enjoyed it...
Wonderful capture...To be young again.
ReplyDeleteDo you remember
ReplyDeletethe sheer squeal of terror
when someone pushed
from behind and your swing
shot up to the sky
until the chains
holding the seat jerked
and you felt like you might
just fly and fly and never
come back or touch the ground
ever again and just sail out
into the vast reaches
of the universe where starlight would glisten on your skin
with the power of fairydust
and then you'd reach the far swing
of the arc and zoom backwards
toward the ground, your stomach
feeling that funny
little lurching sensation
that must be gravity
pulling you back to earth?
Great photo, Beth. It brings back all the shivering excitement of swings!
What a great photo! When I was little I could swing for hours on end! I loved the feeling in my belly when I would go really high! As...the bliss of childhood...captured so well :)
ReplyDeleteCool picture! I love how you captured the action. I havn't mastered that yet. She has such a great expression on her face too!
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredible picture. Oh to be that age again!!!
ReplyDeleteYou've defintely captured something with this post! To be able to fly and feel like you could touch the sky! And then stop for a snack and then-
ReplyDeletefly some more!
I remember to vividly,
ReplyDeleteplaying on my swing set in my back yard.
The thing was, with our swings....and keep in mind that I'm talking about like 1974-75, they were steel and not even anchored well in to the ground...they'd jump up when we'd really getting going super high and almost pop out of the ground.
It's insane to think about! If I had kids there would be no way I would've let them swing on those damn swings... but oh how we loved them.
To this day if I find a swing and go nuts... my stomach still flips just a little when I get going really really super high.
Great memories.
She's so free. What feelings this image evokes!
ReplyDeleteI have to tell you a story. Apparently I was in a foul mood. The kind where you snap at every comment and don't even realize it. You know the kind? Jeffrey handed me my shoes and said, "Get in the car." We got in and he drove to the local playground with the highest and best swings. He pointed to them and said, "I'll be back later. You swing." It's fantastic to have a man who knows exactly what you need. Me? I need to swing. Maybe that's why I became a teacher. Easy access to a sturdy swing set.
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