I heard the sound of a creaking object then I started to shiver

Rusting irons. Creaking sound. It's funny to see on a Saturday morning an old, empty, and rusty swing which I can remember should be full of children playing. I said to myself: "is this how the technology ate the mindset and youthfulness of this generation?"

Then I sat down and tried to enjoy myself with the cold breeze and the beautiful sunlight as they hit my face gently.

Photo taken using a Nikon FM-30 loaded with Kodak Gold 100

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PAMELA CABRERA (TheAuthor)

Swing-swing. Rusted irons - almost forgotten.

© Rusted Swing by Pamela Cabrera