I take a lot of photos of empty seats. I’m not just talking about place like sofa hell either, it just seems everywhere I go I find some empty seats that have a tale to tell.
Sure, we’ve seen more than a few forgotten churches with empty rows of pews in them.
But it really doesn’t get old. You read the story in how the pews are left behind, in jumbles, in heaps, shuffled to the back or just left as they were.
Then there is the mind blowing oddball chair that has sat beneath a stalactite for so long it has formed a stalagmite on it.
The limestone actually glitters a little in the light, which is what caught my eye in the first place. Otherwise I would have walked past this poor chair in its dark dungeon and dismissed it as just another mold infested relic.
In a place almost devoid of things left behind there remains a stool. In the hall. Just sitting in a patch of sunlight.