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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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Meet Ruby. 

She is the last original merry-go-round on the North Shore. She is creaky and rusty and she spins like a dream. Effortless. All you gotta do is hang on. 

Doesn’t really matter, though. Ruby’s days are numbered. Don’t know exactly when it will happen, but am told it is soon as she has been deemed dangerous. A circular piece of metal that sits (no lie) all of six inches off the ground? 

Yep, dangerous. 

Really?

“Goodbye Ruby Tuesday” (Merry-Go-Round) Playground Series (#18), Nikon D300, 32mm, F/5.6, 1/400s, +0.3EV, ISO 200, ‘Old West’ Toning Action

Knowing this fact going in made my job of photographing her all that more difficult. I took over 200 shots over a two-day period and I’m still not sure I did her justice. Completely breaks my heart. 😦 

In one of the earlier Playground Series entries, one reader took the time to post a lengthy comment that I feel compelled to quote a section of as he paints the oh-so familiar childhood scene better than I ever could dream of doing: 

“That rusty, squeaky carousel of old?  You betcha.  (You can still find these around here and there.)  A gang of us would climb aboard and several would hang out to spin us silly with three Gs of force (sometimes 4 Gs), trying to get us to either puke or fall off.  Laughter abounded when Jimmy Johnson went flying off one day screaming, unable to hold on … ending up about 15 feet from where he originally landed.  His momentum carried him that extra distance, but not before his open mouth filled with a goodly amount of “cushioning sand” surrounding the carousel as he eventually skidded to a halt, mostly on his head.  He coughed and cried and spit sand for 10 minutes while we rushed him over to the drinking fountain to bathe him off.  Afterward, he was good to go for more, back up on the carousel to “try and stay on this time”.  What a rush and a laugh that was.  Good times.” ~ Ruprecht 

Sigh, good times indeed. 🙂

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