swinging : a photo essay
They always seem to want to go higher. "Higher, higher!" they say, laughter spilling between their words as their feet brush the ground, and their hair glows like strands of golden thread in the light of the setting sun. Throwing their heads back, they laugh: their voices are high, and sweet; like the song of a bird. They aren't afraid as the swing pulls them away from the ground, and they laugh as the ground rushes towards them again. Back, and forth. The ground is dry; hard, with puffs of dust rising as I step; forward, back, to receive the motion of the swing, but the exaltation in their faces, and the sound of their rippling laughter (it reminds me of a stream flowing) is enough to make me forget - at least for a moment - that we are in the desert.
Great job Mikailah! Love the pictures and the words!
ReplyDeleteaw, this is so sweet! and these stills are just lovely! love ya, your fellow sherlockian.
ReplyDeleteSo cute! I love her blonde hair!
ReplyDeletei just love the happiness that was shown through these shots. just lovely.
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How beautiful! I have a three year old sister (with blond curly hair :) who has just discovered swinging...she will swing for hours! Those words are so fitting, I love it. Thanks for the beautiful post!
ReplyDelete❤Madi
Your blog is absolutely lovely and these pictures... I can't even
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend! So glad I stumbled upon your blog.
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Wowzers, Mikailah, these are BEAUTIFUL. You are so talented, and your pictures just keep getting better!!! =) And you, my dear, are a poet.
ReplyDelete-ali
yup, your words are pure poetry. xx
ReplyDeletethese are just precious. and their hair!!! it looks like pure gold.
ReplyDeletethis is so beautiful. precious pictures -- and i love all the details you captured, like her gorgeous laughter :)
ReplyDeletexoxox