#58 Swinging with the Fifties

I have a feeling there were more swings in the 1950's than there are today.  More playgrounds had them and people had more time to use them.  When I run across a swing today, it always feels like I'm stepping back in time.  

This whole "celebrating the fifties" list has inspired me to do things I might not do otherwise.  But rarely do I pass up a swing without stopping for a little fun.  All 3 of these swings were surprises in the last 6 months.  The tire swing was along the banks of Cypress Creek in Comfort, Texas. The white swing was at a pier side restaurant in Aruba.  The red swing was hanging from the most lovely tree near the Menil Art Museum in Houston.  

When I spot a swing, I feel like it's my lucky day!