swing by night in an arc of lantern light.
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- history dozes
- the weeds and the wildflowers
- this one's for m.
- moments later
- swing by day in sunlight warm and gay
- across the lane from the arched white fence
- the fence rises like the arched back of a great wh...
- doggone it's hot
- rooftop porches
- so so hot and no air conditioning
- "objects may appear larger
- hang a left at the cornfield, climb a bazillion st...
- when approaching this neighborhood flower shop
- if you're very quiet
- so much depends upon a red wagon
- it took me a long time to learn
- evening settles like a dream.
- i'm hooked on the "boys who build" network
- milkweed blossoms blink innocently under a white h...
- have you kissed any princes lately?
- she tolerated us in her pasture
- it is hard to know where the real world ends
- in joyous july
- last night, after the rain,
- the lad at the piano practices playing happy birth...
- our little world is turning upside down
- the day after the fireworks, do you still carry ar...
- happy birthday, usa
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20 comments:
And did you take a turn on this swing? Like the one in my neighborhood, it looks a bit low for an adult.
Swings are all about summer. I could pass sometime here.
A house with a swing in the back yard like this, spells "home" for me. Nice pic.
That takes me back to my childhood :)
☼ Sunny
P.S. South of us got the brunt of the storm, rumor has it that there was a small tornado.
When you write a novel, let me know. I want to read it. So poetic.......
Ah, yes, you have a nice little city there, brttcat.
A tree like that in a back garden, is just designed for a swing, the lamp post is an added bonus.
What a beautiful and quiet little spot for a swing.
Swinging in summer over green fresh grass, swinging in winter over snowy mass
i think these swings are so sweet!
Lurvely, lurvely - goes well with yesterday's photo . . .
I would find this difficult to resist.
I'll bet this goes with the cottage from yesterday...yes?
Reminds me of the swing Lois Anne and I swung (swang?) on at Lake Vermilion in Minnesota 54 years ago on our honeymoon!
I would have loved to swing today. The breeze would feel good in the heat. My great grandmother had a wooden swing for me in the oak tree of her yard :)
It's always a good time for swinging!
Both sound delightful.
V
so lovely and poetic
There's no swing like one hanging on a tree.
Idyllic. There's something about a swing, no matter our age, that draws us. Memories of childhood I suppose or perhaps something we never did. Beautiful shot.
This is a lovely idea and so wonderful composition!
Léia
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