
I love that she saw it and thought of me and took a picture and sent it.

I love that she saw it and thought of me and took a picture and sent it.
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.

It was Tuesday morning.
She was jumping up and down and made me close my eyes as she guided me out the front door of my sister’s apartment building. Close your eyes, close your eyes. She was breathless.
She was so excited.
I opened my eyes and there was a couch at the curb.
Abandoned furniture. A favorite for the collection.
Three views
If couches could talk……

It was still there later in the day


On the way home from the playground birthday party-I was the passenger. Laura stopped the car and rolled down the window for me this time.

You can count on an abandoned couch, curbside, just waiting to be photographed when I pull into town.






Two discards in a week. One in Columbus Ohio but this one was right in my neighborhood. A couple of daily blog followers alerted me via text to the location of this upended couch. I walked to the spot, shot a few photos. It was 26 degrees outside so I didn’t linger. I loved that they saw abandoned furniture and thought of me.
