Sunday, October 15, 2017

Set Me Free!


This poor, beat-up old chair is chained to a pole on a dirt path behind a subdivision. The dirt path dead ends in another 100 yards. So why lock up the chair? It's a conundrum! I mean, really, who would want the thing?

17 comments:

William Kendall said...

It looks forlorn. Someone needs to help it pull off a Shawshank Redemption and escape.

Bill said...

It's probably used for interrogation purposes, that's the only reason it's there. Bring a politician out there, tell them to sit down and watch the look on their face as it changes. They are terrified to sit, talk and answer just a few questions. :)

RedPat said...

A mystery!

magiceye said...

Love Bill's interpretation!

Kay said...

Someone wants to walk the full length of the path and can't just quite make it. They want their personal stop to be there when they come by.

Linda said...

Bill's comment is great. It does look kind of lonely, Lowell.

Francisco Manuel Carrajola Oliveira said...

Hehe assim não foge.
Um abraço e boa semana.

Andarilhar
Dedais de Francisco e Idalisa
O prazer dos livros

Lois said...

I think Bill has it all figured out!

Revrunner said...

Clearly Bill's right.

Bergson said...

locked up so young

Karl said...

Poor old chair, alone and chained...!

Sharon said...

I love a good mystery. I agree, it doesn't look like something that might get stolen.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

I think you need to pay a return visit to the chair of mystery... see what you can find out.

PerthDailyPhoto said...

Made me smile Lowell, the picture and comments above 😀😀

Kate said...

I would love to have a chair like that.. .in good condition, of course.

orvokki said...

Indeed, who would want to steal this chair.. :)

stardust said...

Conundrum, indeed! You made me laugh with the caption, Lowell, but the chair would saying so. Even inanimate thing has its own life, I think. With a good laugh, I’ll stop here. Have happy, healthy days ahead.

Yoko

"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson