My pic of Jake on a tree swing in the woods just past 50,000 notes.
It’s funny reading some of the text on the reblogs - what people think was happening, thoughts on his laughter and expression, comments on the light / weather / seasons, peoples’ hopes and dreams, longing for a lost childhood, stirring up memories, and ginger kids :)
The reality was, it was late afternoon in December, in Ireland. Usually dark and bleak! The autumn leaves, sheltered from the worst, still carpeted the forest floor. I lifted Jake to the swing, and walked around to take the shot face on but the swing twisted. I took the shot anyway as he swung away - once. He was actually pretty scared, and tired, and seconds away from tears - so that one swing was enough for him before he called for me to take him down.
Does the photo tell a different story, and without explanation do we make up our own truths to fill a need we have for happiness and a return to youth?
The Spinc and Poulanass Waterfall, Glendalough, Co. Wicklow