Regardless of the city or town, where there is a park or a playground, I am automatically attracted to it. If the playground has fitness equipment in it, even better. As a child, I used to love hanging on rings and bars and running from one place to the next. These days, playground equipment isn't just plopped down willy nilly with swings and slides. There is an art to setting it up in "stations" - so that participants can work on different parts of the body, neatly disguised as fun. I don't even know the names of most of these things. There are both vertical and horizontal ladders, stretching posts in different shapes and sizes, waist twisters, and rings. Rhythm is involved in the arrangement of the mostly metal entities, eminently photographable. So just for fun and as an ode to it and the exercise it can create, here is a sampling of the equipment at a local school.
The deep afternoon shadows created by the equipment were fascinating.
In the hands of a skilled architect/designer, even the swings can have rhythm.
Wherever you find yourself this first Monday of February, I hope you find that inner child (perhaps not a two year old) willing to play!
Thanks to Pauli, Steve, Wayne, TTT, Susie, Barbara, Donna C., Christina, Ann M., Jean and Sam, Char, Catherine, Dianne, Kay, and Ingrid for writing this week.
until next Monday,
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Keywords: Blacks Crossing Photography, Daryl A. Black, New Mexico, photography, playground exercise equipment, playgrounds, rhythm, structural rhythm
I really like the composition
Love the photos, but it always makes me sad to see the equipment without a bunch of kids using it right now.
Nice pics. Love all the angles and colors.
We had a big jungle gym in a sand lot next to our apartment in West Palm Beach when I was 8-10. Sure loved playing on that with the other kids.
Leave it to you to find the obscure or something hiding in plain sight. Rhythm is exactly the word to describe the equipment and your photographs. I would add modern to describe these contemporary versions of the swings and seesaws of our childhood. Even the colors say 2000s not 1950s when every piece of equipment was polished gunmetal from thousands of happy hands. I remember pumping the swing till it would fly over the bar. Really scary when you're six.
Super angles, by the way.
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