I’ve been looking for an excuse to post this picture for a while. None has arisen, so I’ve posted it anyway.
I took it late last year and, apart from adding a bit of much needed colour to the page, I find it quite a cheery shot.
Where are all the children?
Is this some image of a post apocalyptic nightmare; The children rendered to atoms, the grass reclaiming man’s attempts to cover nature with concrete?
Where are all the children?
Is the playground safe? Are the children locked indoors away from the danger of the sniper hiding in the trees?
Where are all the children?
Why do they not want to play in the playhouse? Is it the bars on the windows? Or the abuse it receives in the night from the tramps and drunks, making it smelly and sticky?
Where are all the children?
Perhaps they are just in the classroom, the little blue and red house waiting, patiently and alone, for the next playtime.
Yes, that’s it. I feel better now.