This one slipped through the crack. Captured while we were at Smithville last April. I love how this image came out. An empty chair. Abandoned. Yet its red color is still intact. Perhaps they used lead paint on it. It reminds me of resilience. This chair has seen hard times and it still stands. Didn't see any cracks. It's as though it's calling one to take a second glance at it.
I saw this on our first day at Smithville. didn't think much of it. And then I saw it again. It appeared to be communicating to me. What was it saying? Who sat there? An old Texan merchant? Why was it left there?
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