I pass this abandoned playground frequently, and during the late summer, as weeds grew up around the play equipment, I often thought about stopping to take a photo. Sometimes in slanted morning sunlight, mist hanging in the weeds among long shadows, the site looked almost haunted.
But the timing for a picture was never right. I was always on my way to places I needed to be. To park and slip through the fence to make my way over to the playground (through the weeds) would have taken like five minutes I never felt I had.
This past Saturday, though, I finally had some extra time and stopped—even though I didn’t really have decent light. Life is always about trade-offs, right? So, better than nothing😄