Untitled (Cheesman Park, February 2015) copyright 2015 Douglas Stockdale
Earlier this week I posted another vision of this photograph, one that has a little more dramatic interpretation of this same composition. Many might consider this the more representative version, not entirely banal, but with some metaphoric vestiges.
This is part of my investigation of memory, how this region might be layered with it, both past and new memories in the making. As to this photograph, I am not sure that it is all that interesting, as it seems to illustrate a complete, singular image while not seemingly to ask many questions.
It was tempting to sit on one of these benches for a while, which regretfully I did not. The group I was walking with were getting short on time and we needed to press on. Nevertheless these do seem to beckon me back, to repose under the spreading limbs and watch the world meander by. Realistically they do not look all that comfortable with the hard bony steel slats, but I would still like to try them out.
Could it be part of my puzzle? Perhaps, as I guess time will tell.