In the age of the iPad it isn’t hard to figure out why the playground is going bust. I remember the good old days. It went something along the lines of sliding and bumping and swinging and lolloping and grinning.Then some more running and bumping and falling and bruising and upping and downing. Believe me when I say I have the scarred and tattered looking knees to prove it. Nothing like a real playground to teach you the laws of gravity.

Pause for a while and reflect on where the world is headed. It could be a little prettier.

I took these snaps on my trip to Zimbabwe enclosed among the Harare suburbs.