Looks like an office chair, curbside.
You know I had to drive around, pull over to the curb and lift my phone for the shots.
So fun to turn down a one way street to try to get back to the main drag in Dormont and find this couch by the side of a building. Waiting for me. Rear view mirror check, pull to the curb. No one behind. Even better. Blinkers on. Window rolled down. Click. Like finding the hidden egg in a hunt.
I was picking up a quilt in a Wexford neighborhood and saw this furniture out in front of a house. You remember how I like to photograph what’s left at the curb. I pulled over and tried to get a photo but it was tight so I thought, “I’ll pick up the quilt, then drive back this same way and shoot it on the way home.” But someone scooped the end table before I got back!.
This photo has to be taken in the late sixties. My sister’s cat on her lap- Morgan le Fay. I don’t remember our mom being particularly fond of cats. Her parents were avid birders.
I did a transfer of the photo onto watercolor paper in a class I took.
My sister and I were just saying wish we hadn’t discarded those slip covers. Slip covers were popular years ago. The yellow was much brighter in person. And a bold black stripe.