I love swings. They are like swinging benches. The old Southern houses had one or two on the front porch. Years ago I would drive to Greenville, Alabama and visit Jim Herbert, a nonagenarian, who was full of wisdom and stories. He had two swings on his front porch.
If it was warm we would sit in the two swings and talk. We swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and talked. Sometimes we talked ’til way past dark; then the crickets would join our conversation.
I miss Jim Herbert and his swings. He died but the memory of him and his swings lives on.
This swing is at Briscoe Park
My “Empty Bench Series” is a look at nature and people from the perspective of an empty bench. Sit down a moment and view the world from each bench.