Tuesday morning on the way to breakfast with my friend Vincie, spotted this couch on the curb. I pulled over in the next block, got out and took the photo.
She asked me what’s with the attraction of photographing the abandoned furniture? These discards?
It’s hard to explain in words but I can tell you they make me feel something.
I think if the furniture could speak, there would be many stories.
I realize they are inanimate objects, unwanted and worn out.
They can’t speak so I have to use my imagination of what they have seen and endured.
Pittsburgh and Columbus have the most couches at the curbs. Chairs, too.
I wondered what had happened to your abandonned series
It’s never a plan to search for them. They either appear in my path or there’s a dry spell.
If my couch could speak. . .i wonder about the crazy tales it would spew!
I’d love to make a short film- Tales from Sue’s Couch
This couch looks so much better in your photo. In real life, it looked sad, grubby and faded.
Your skill as a photographer makes it look almost new, vibrant and colorful. I think you should spend more time taking pictures of people — especially those of us who look sad, grubby and faded.
Vincie I seriously doubt you look sad, grubby or faded. If I were sitting on that couch when Ruth took the picture you would have thought the couch was brand new! Even as a child my mom had to tie a pork chop around my neck just to get the dog to play with me. Now that’s sad. dc