Swings in a park in the dead of winter look a little lonely. Depressed actually. Their thick plastic smiles seem fake as they just hang there. Every once in awhile a strong cold breeze will come along and push them in unnatural rhythms and directions. Moody swings.
Today is my regularly scheduled day off. It’s still winter. It’s still cold. It’s still windy. I still wanted to go explore with my newest toy. It’s not really my nature to get up and get dressed, and go out into the cold to do this. It’s similar to going to the gym. Especially this time of year. I don’t want to, but usually I feel better when it’s over and done.
I headed to a local suburban “park.” Pretty homogenous place really, but this one was near a creek and I thought I’d get good reflective photos. I didn’t get one decent photo of the creek, but I DID shoot this American flag.
I wanted to see if I could get some light behind it (the sun), and I wanted to see if the wind would pick it up. I got in place (stepping in some day old, still fresh enough dog shit as I did), pointed my camera to the sky, and watched as the gusty wind completely stopped.
Slightly frustrated, I heard my voice say “what the hell,” and I waited. And I waited some more. Tiny breezes made the limp cloth stir a bit. It rolled. It flipped. Then flipped again, as I felt my shit clogged heel slip slightly in the brown grass.
Finally, as I began to shiver from the stillness, the flag began to unfurl and I shot. Shot again. And as anyone who’s had a camera knows, I continued to shoot until I began to feel obsessive.
Two came out to what I thought brought the idea in my head into what I was looking for. I posted them below. I hope you like them.
“America’s history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.”
– James Baldwin
There were probes! Everywhere, there were probes!
(Playground monkey bar climber at Goose Creek Park in West Chester, PA.)
The far side of the meadow at Longwood Gardens near West Chester, PA.
A stack of colorful kayaks. More Marsh Creek last summer.
Two dry Manhattans and some bar roasted spiced nuts.
Location: Close to being flagged near Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia.
This baby was actually growing at a slant. He must have been planted that way. I straightened him during editing. Now he looks like he’s on an incline. I hope he doesn’t mind.