On this one particular visit, I was fascinated with park benches. Park benches are wonderful. They are mostly clean, wonderful places when one’s weary, and they are great to sit on when you want to read, think, or just watch people.
A lot of them (not necessary the one in the photos) in our city are dedicated to loved ones. I will pass one and read something like, “In Memory of Mr. & Mrs. XYZ” or “Dedicated to Mrs. HJK” or something to that effect. It makes me think about the people who gave the money to have that bench there and it certainly makes me think about the person that have their names on the bench. Like why would they do that? Who are they? What made them donate a bench? Did the city need money and offered them a chance to memorialized their names or their loved ones’ name there, so they did it or they just really like park benches? Or their loved ones really like that park? Or…
Some of the names I do recognize because they are (or were) society patrons. But mostly, it’s people I have never heard of. I don’t sit on park benches a lot because I try to move around but when I do sit, I just thank them silently as I sat there because no matter what the motive, they gave each one of us a place in this world to sit at that moment in time and I try to practice being thankful for the little things in life… Not an easy thing to do sometimes, but I do try. And they make wonderful subjects to photograph too.
Have a beautiful Tuesday everyone!