Monday, February 23, 2009

Photo of the day: Wood you?

When you see a table as beat up and scarred as this, it's almost impossible to resist adding to it. What is it in the humane gene that makes us want to leave our mark on things like this. From initials carved into a heart on a tree to soldiers writing "we were here" on buildings in foreign lands, we feel the need to have a presence. I've given into it many times. Most recently when they were fixing the sidewalk in front of our house and I went down and wrote my and Husband's initials. Very junior high, I know, but I couldn't resist. Could you?

This table has obviously been the seen of some action. A few couples having their first beer here on a warm spring day, writing their initials to commemorate the event. Or one guy alone, tired of not catching any fish but damned if he's going away without making some mark on the place.

It's more art than table now. Sure you can still bring your deli sandwiches down and fight the seagulls for your own lunch. But there's something almost folk art about what this table has been through.

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