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.
