I did a photo series on playgrounds a year or so ago. I specifically searched out the playgrounds of my youth, you know, the kinds with rusty metal and peeling lead paint. Believe it or not, they still exist…although very hard to find. I find them somewhat surreal, yet very beautiful. Maybe it’s because they remind me of my youth. Maybe it’s because they have character that the molded plastic play pieces of today lack. Either way, rusty metal and lead paint aside, we loved them. And survived to tell about it.