Friday, August 6, 2010


 There was a time I considered the most important aspect of a chair, comfort.  But, ramblin' about the country can change that perspective. With camera in hand, I continually run into chairs, in shops, on sidewalks, or buildings I visit that strike me as deliberate attempts to seduce the eye with its beauty or quirkiness, or attract the hand with its texture.
Looking at quirkiness, why would anyone build a chair that rocks sideways?

Rawhide makes a clever statement but the statement isn't comfort.
Surprisingly comfortable for street side respite,  but its beauty is what attracts because its placed where it catches the sun to tease you with its shadow.
Hand bent hickory, a rocker with comfort, strength and texture. Comfort to sit up straight, only.
You just want to reach out and polish these seats with your hand to see if they are actually as smooth as they look-and they are.

A place to kneel and commune with God or your soul;  maybe a special spot for a small child to sit and read to grandma. It tells a tale.
Who would I ask about this carved face? The maker is long gone, the chair is old. Makes you wonder?

Too fancy and formal to enjoy, but beautiful. It resides in a famous southern plantation house.

Very intriguing. Looking comfortable, but my eye was seduced by its artistic back, and the smooth texture of the knobs. Definitely not a place to lean back for fear it would break all that beautiful construction.

Comfortable looking, but maybe only for a doll. I have yet to see the chair that I want to plop back into and read a good book without going to a  furniture store.

A rocking chair porch wants to invite me in for a cuppa and a chat with the neighbors, except, ramblers are just passing through.
 For a temporary respite,  a curb or a rock can be a chair, or even a table in this park in Gloucester.
But, for comfort, there is nothing quite like an overstuffed couch or chair. I keep looking for one on the street.

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