This is a slide a kid could get hurt on. A rite of passage for thousands of kids. It is steep, high and has a step halfway up that wiggles when stepped on. It was this way fifty years ago and it hasn't changed.
When you could hustle up, slide down and run around and do it again you knew you were no longer a little kid.
It's been feeling a lot like Spring lately with temperatures in the 60-70 degree range, and if you look closely there are many visible signs as well. It is a most welcome change.
When I was a kid this was the "Rock Island Railroad" line. Hobos passing through would come to our house and my Mom would always give them something to eat. They knew where the sympathetic homes were. I don't know how long it's been since I've seen a hobo riding in an open boxcar.
It got very windy and the temperature plummeted overnight, from above freezing to nine degrees. The entire south shore was covered with ice encrusted weeds. I never seem to notice when cattails disappear. The old ones stand all winter, then before you know it, they're new again.
I'm a camera tinkerer, kind of like a mad scientist with low tech cameras. A lot of the cameras I use are cobbled together pieces of other cameras.
I enjoy old and new toy (Holga, Diana, Kodak Brownies,etc.) and vintage film cameras along with pinhole, although I do occasionally venture into digital.
The name Hoop was my Dad's nickname from early in his childhood, and it stuck with him all his life.
He re-ignited my passion for photography and vintage cameras when he gave me his Yashica Mat 124G and his Aires Viscount 35mm Rangefinder. It's his Beseler enlarger that is the main piece of equipment in my darkroom. So in honor of Dad, I call myself Hoop. I've recently added a Nikon D90 to my collection of cameras. I won't be tinkering with it though.