It was a beautiful day. Day one of seriously trying to walk a good two miles. Everyday? that’s the plan. Laura said “No browsing or stopping to take a photograph! No dead couches!!!”
But there I was, pushing a stroller with my nine month old grandson Roy. And here’s what I found a few blocks after I started my walk. I could not resist.
Abandoned furniture, ready for pick-up. A couch AND a love seat.
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!.
