May 8th, 2009
I took the photo below a few weeks ago in a very public place. In fact, people were passing by this bench in droves, but yet, no one seemed to notice it. In spite of the masses of people, and the other beauty surrounding me, I noticed it right away, and as I took a few photos of it- I allowed my imagination to wander..
I imagined that it was a bench, hidden away in a secret garden- a garden that few knew about, and those who did, cherished the fact that it was tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. It was a place where people could sit and talk, about life- love- or anything that weighed heavily on their hearts and minds- A place where only the other sitting beside them on the bench could hear what was being said, and where there was an unspoken rule that whatever was told within the confines of the secret garden, would live only within the garden, never to be mentioned to another soul.
It was a place of peace- a place of security- a place where those who knew of its existance were always welcome with open arms.
Sometimes the things that go unnoticed by most, are some of the most beautiful things of all.