Old Soviet Playground?

I was doing some thinking this morning while sipping that wonderful cup of coffee today. Sveta and I had taken a walk 6 years ago and when we came around a corner and we stopped suddenly. We were amazed, For you see in front of us was this incredible building. We thought it was a home at first. We then realized that it was an old playground. This playground was located between a 5 story building of Flats and a School. Nestled in the trees as cozy as could be. I had ignored my thoughts for a week! Then finally I decided to take pictures of the playground…

While taking pictures, I could not stop wondering about who made this playground? Why did they make this playground? Will they let me play in this playground?

When I was a kid I would have loved this place!!! So today I played in the Old Soviet Playground!

The years have decayed the structure, but the love is still there. You could feel the desires that went into the making of this place. The wants, The Sweat, The passion, The pain! Someone put their Soul into this tiny area of ground. The results were a playground that has withstood the abuse of time and man but not without showing degradation…

I was taking pictures of the past, As I stood there taking pictures I could sense the children playing. I could see the little boy driving the cars that were everywhere! I could see the World globe mounted high on its pedestal. Now the globe is a shattered remain, (Is that the future of our World?)

I looked at this playground and thought, “Is this playground of our past, or the foresight of our future?

Why we do not have more of these fairylands? Places where your imagination can be expanded to its fullest. I for one found peace and quiet! I found a little spot in the world where my Soul rested!

Hope you enjoyed the Old Soviet Playground! I am reminiscing about Spring here in Russia, for you see it was -20 C last night and snow is everywhere. I am keeping an eye out for Spring…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia!

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.