My sister and I were driving downtown to get her return train ticket to New York. Buying in person at the ticket window she saved almost 40$ instead of buying online. What is that about? Mary encouraged me to get out of the car to get a better shot so I parked. We stopped on the way home.
You’ve heard of Shark Week. Well it’s been Couch Week in Columbus and Pittsburgh.
Love when the family thinks of me. You know all this abandoned furniture has stories we’ll never hear.
I was a passenger, on our way to downtown Columbus, Ohio. James was driving.
Another double discard!
Must be couch season.
I know these two couches had some adventures to tell. Shanti and I were headed to the Groceria in Bloomfield neighborhood to pick up a couple of meatball subs/hoagies/sandwiches for some friends. Oh my. I pulled over to the curb. Put the flashers on
We both got out of the car. She was as excited as I was to see TWO abandoned couches in front of the apartment building.
You do know I don’t go looking for these things, right? But there they were
My Son-in-Law is the guest blogger today.
It was exciting to receive his text with this photo.
Every abandoned couch and chair has a story to tell. My first thought this was it was at the University. Not!
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.
Saturday morning Laura said to Charlie (9)
as he was taking this photo
“Make it art!”
Guest blog looks great, Charlie. Thank you.
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.
