swing

I find it beautiful. i don't know exactly know why, but this reminds me of a friend, who's father died, last year. or the brothers of another friend, who also died. or a nephew, or my grandpa. I guess we al miss someone. this picure makes me think about it. like he/they used to sit on a swing, but now not anymore. I actually get insprired by this. but its weird, it makes me sad and happy at the same time (i'm telling the truth, however i bring it weird) like i'm sad they died, but i'm happy i got to know them.

just beautiful.