Last week was an emotional one for me. I am still grieving the loss of a loved one and some weeks are tougher than others. When I'm feeling like this, I'll typically do one of two things: work quietly in my office, largely avoiding other people, or I'll take my camera and a willing daughter and I'll make some pictures. I've noticed recently that most of my favourite personal images involve a swing. To me, a swing is childhood personified. This swing happens to be underneath my friend Moa's beautiful old tree, just a hop, skip and a jump away.