Contemporary colorful paintings of fun and figures.
Monday, March 28, 2016
In the Swing of Things
Truth be told, I still love to swing. I would love to fly if I could, but swinging is an approximation I think. It is pretty special when you get your first swing. When I was little, a first swing was a board hung by ropes or a tire swing from a tree and then we would graduate to a rope swing over the creek. As a young adult I swung from a tree swing that was suspended from a huge tree over a gorge. That was clearly the most thrilling and the most dangerous and if it hadn't been for my own perceived peer pressure, I would never have done it. Anyway, this little one is clearly enjoying her first swing in spring.