Benches.
Punctuation marks in the flow of the day.
They’re convenient, but you hardly notice them unless you’re ready for a break. Like the woman in Wet Smoke (Bench No. 1), bundled up in her raincoat, smoking, watching the passersby. She got me wondering about who uses that bench, and for what?
It’s a short leap from that to wondering what happens on and around other benches as life flows around them.
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The Violinist
Running the Family
Escapee
Contemplating
Dreamers Kiss
Alter Ego
Wait...What??
Ah, Ma Cheri...
Night Watch
Forlorn Fleece
The Forgotten Coat (A coat on a bench with no one in sight. Who leaves their coat behind on such a drizzly day?)
Homeward Bound