When Dylan was in the 7th grade about 6 or so years ago he found an oak chair sitting by the curbside ready for someone to give it more life.
I have shared stories in the past how Dylan is the kid who will find treasures on his walks home from school and bring them to me. In fact…here I go off course again but just yesterday I was driving and glanced over and saw a little boy walking home from school and in his hand was a single flower but I giggled when I saw the clump of dirt and roots still attached. It made me think of Dylan and the things he would bring home to me at that age, flowers, weeds, tree branches, a dead bird once and this oak chair.
When he brought me the chair he was so excited and truth be told, I was excited too because I have a weak spot for chairs and lamps but especially chairs.
I remember wanting to paint the chair either yellow or turquoise and I settled on turquoise. This chair sat indoors for a time but due to space it rather quickly found its way to the garden and pretty much stayed outside and weathered with time.
Yesterday in the late afternoon I meandered into the backyard with my camera in hand, looking for something beautiful to document. I looked in the wood pile and there it was. It’s not a chair any longer. It’s in the wood pile. I’m not sure how long this chair has been around, how many stories it could tell, how many people it gave good rest to but it was a reminder of our cycle of life. It’s an important reminder too that we should remember to take lots of pictures of even ordinary things and especially PEOPLE. This year I plan to document more. I had abandoned the Canon 70D for a while when I let the convenience of my iPhone take over. This past September marked a year of not really using or shooting my camera. I’m going to change that because just walking into the back yard to look for something pretty felt nice.