A tire swing hangs beneath an old mulberry tree, surrounded by the dense green of summer. No figure appears, but the landscape carries the evidence of play and the anticipation that someone might return at any moment.
The Tire Swing by the Creek is about the places that hold our memories even after we have stepped away from them. The empty swing becomes a quiet threshold between the present landscape and the childhood adventures it contains.
A tire swing hangs beneath an old mulberry tree, surrounded by the dense green of summer. No figure appears, but the landscape carries the evidence of play and the anticipation that someone might return at any moment.
The Tire Swing by the Creek is about the places that hold our memories even after we have stepped away from them. The empty swing becomes a quiet threshold between the present landscape and the childhood adventures it contains.
