Friday, December 08, 2017

Swinging




I don't know what I'd do without Google Photos. Thousands and thousands of photos are floating around on my computer. Despite my best intentions they pile up and pile up, but— I can use the search feature on Google Photos to sift through the mess and pluck out an image that might be relevant to the Sepia prompt. This week I searched "swing"—how clever was that? 

I have nothing remotely sepia. Here's what Google found for me. 


My friend Debra helping swinging in a fish net in India
Debra jumps right into things. These men offered her a rope to tug. She gleefully joined in.

In Costa Rica we visited a sloth sanctuary. I knew nothing of these animals, but an interest was awakened. Remarkably adapted creatures.
 A sloth swinging in its hammock in Costa Rica
My balance is permanently impaired. I never thought I'd be able to walk on a swinging bridge again.  I did open my eyes for the experience even though at the moment of the photograph my eye were shut.  My friends following were encouraging me and my husband was ahead taking the photo.
Navigating a swinging bridge in Ghana
Just after my sister died, my husband and I went to Myanmar—an escape really from the grips of grieving. I died my hair red and cut it off because every time I looked in the mirror I saw my sister looking back at me.
A swinging bridge in Myanmar


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