I have a fascination with benches. Yes, it’s weird, but I’m admiting it anyways. It started in college when I would pass this specific bench nestled in the trees when I walked to classes. Every day there would be a different person there sharing a small piece of their life with this bench. There would be a girl crying. A lady smiling to herself as she looked at her phone. A homeless man resting his back from his belongings. A boy sprawled and taking a nap. A couple sharing a laugh. I found myself making excuses to walk by this bench just to see what moment was becoming a piece of this bench’s life. It made me realize what a trustworthy and never questioning friend this bench was to so many people that took it for granted. At the time, I related to this bench a lot as I’m sure many of you have at some point. I think since then, I’ve made a subconscious misson to “document” benches. I have so many pictures in so many places of this simple place to put up your feet so that they know that I understand the comfort they provide in any time of need.
Is there something you always take a picture of if you see?