Lera Nadberg
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Nobody's been to that playground for years. The swings are only blown by the wind, and the slides haven't been touched by the backsides of gleeful children for at least three decades. So why is it that you hear laughter and shouts coming from the playground? And how come you can't see anyone there? And why does it stop when you go to look at it?

Dark moody, foggy Playground scene for my latest photography series called Suburban Gothic. Takes a dark twist on Americana style photography.