This is where I was going to take a photo a day in 2012 but forgot to stop. I also write something random to give you an insight into the craziness that is Susan's mind.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
March 1. Day 61. Swinging
Remember when the suburbs were full of these: swings made from rope with a plank or a tyre and not much else. Big back yards with big trees and treehouses and swings. That's not to say that today's kids don't have swings and treehouses. Of course they do but they are all bright and shiny and plastic or made from treated pine. This swing on a footpath under a big tree at West End is a relic from a former age. It looks like it has been a little while since a child's bottom has sat there but I like the fact that it is still there as a reminder of the way things were.