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I totally forgot I photographed some signage for the park series! What a find on this crazy weather day. (So far we’ve had sun, showers, more sun, clouds, rain, HAIL (!), more rain and now it is sunny but very windy and chilly – geesh!).

“Grate Sign” (Park Dept Sign) Playground Series (#20) Nikon D300, 62mm, F/4.8, 1/320s, +0.3EV, ISO 200, ‘Old West’ Toning Action

Anyways, I digress… 😉

“Hours of Play” (Park Hours Sign) Playground Series (#21), Nikon D300, 65mm, F/5, 1/640s, ISO 200, ‘Old West’ Toning Action

I really didn’t think much of it at the time when I shot these – it was merely a ‘while I’m here’ sort of thing. Now, I’m so glad I did as I think they will help to paint a complete picture of the childhood playground experience! 😀

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“Nehi Orange” (Orange Plastic Swings) Playground Series (#16), Nikon D300, 46mm, F/6.3, 1/320s, ISO 250, ‘Old West’ Toning Action

Once I outgrew the baby swing I so loved, I graduated to the ‘big girl’ swings at the playground. 

Swings have gone through several manifestations over the years but the ones I most remember are those whose seats were made of molded plastic (hey, it was the 70’s). I preferred this kind since a favorite game of mine to play was to swing as high as I could then jump off, hopefully landing feet first into the sand below. (So, mom, if you were ever wondering about those dirty knees I would come home with, well, now you know. 🙂 )   

When the plastic ones wore out, playgrounds began replacing them with belt

“Rubber Soul” (Black Rubber Belt Swing) Playground Series (#17), Nikon D300, 80mm, F/7.1, 1/320s, ISO 200, ‘Old West’ Toning Action

types. Some were woven of heavy-duty canvas while others were made of  thick rubber. Didn’t really matter the type as each were notorious for wrapping tightly around bare thighs (well, shorty-shorts were the rave) leaving those tell-tale red marks.

Wait, it gets better. 🙂Sometimes the rubber seat was embossed with the manufacturer’s logo which would invariably become branded on said thighs. Seriously! 

I didn’t care much for this type for the reasons listed plus one more: in the heat of summer, the seat would somehow manage to laminate itself to one’s skin making removal tricky if not altogether painful. Ouch!

What we endured for fun, huh? 🙂

“Swing, Baby” (Wood Infant Swing) Playground Series (#13), Nikon D300, 80mm, F/5, 1/1250s, -0.3EV, ISO 200, ‘Old West’ Toning Action

I didn’t even notice the set of infant swings when I first entered the park but, as soon as I was leaving, the sight stopped me dead in my tracks. At that moment, some childhood memory buried deep in my psyche hurled itself forward and I just about screamed,  ‘I remember YOU!‘ 

I loved to swing. LOVED to swing! That rhythmic back-and-forth motion giving the sensation of flying – oh my, what could be better?  

My memory, however, of those worn wooden slats and front handle bar doesn’t come from a playground. No, mine is much closer to home as we had a similar swing hanging from the rafters in our basement. For hours I would sway to-and-fro, happy as can be as my mom went about her laundry duties. Such gleeful times (well, at least for me). 🙂 

While I was photographing the swing, awash in a flood of my own memories, two young mothers were pushing their infants and soaking in every giggle and smile. It was a delightful scene to watch. 

There will be a few more swings honored in this series but this one by far, holds a special place in my heart!

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