Old, rusty, desolate playgrounds such as the one in mthoodmama's photo...where are the children? Where are the flowers? Where is the laughter and the joy and the spirit that I thought I'd find here? Children have a way of bringing color into our lives. They see the world in a much better light than I think we do as adults. So where are they? It's possible that my eyes have deceived me, but it all seems black and white to me.
Perhaps if I simply close my eyes for a moment...then reopen, the skies would lift their clouds. The rain would disappear and life would re-emerge as though I was seeing it through a child's eyes. That's the Spring I have been waiting for these past few months and that's the Spring I shall imagine. For "Spring in Black and White" is less about what our eyes see and more about whether or not our hearts are open to the possibilities of a life in vibrant color. Are you open?
Until next time,
Ashley of Ramblings and Photos
abandoned by mthoodmama