They wait in silence, these humble benches, sentinels of pause and reflection.
Each one holds the memory of countless rests: a traveller’s sigh, a lover’s whisper, the soft weight of time settling into wood and metal.
They face horizons, oceans, city squares, places where people look outward and, in doing so, turn inward.
Yet when the sitters have gone, the benches remain; their patience undiminished, their purpose unspoken but steadfast.
In photographing them, I make portraits not of what rests, but of what waits.
These quiet forms, worn smooth by weather and wonder, remind us that beauty often resides in what bears the weight of others’ dreams and never asks to move.
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
The Seat of Stillness
