Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The weather has taken it's toll. Table and chairs abandoned...no longer useful or is there no longer anyone left in the group who used to gather here?

This is not a random trash pile, it is obvious that at some time in the past, there were conversations here. Perhaps with the neighbors on the next farm over or a place for outside dinners from the farmhouse that is just outside of view.

Time spent around a table in conversation is an art that should be revived for today's neighbors and families.

16 comments:

Heather said...

Lovely sentiments. I agree - we should all spend a little more time around the table. People underestimate the value of good conversation.

shabby girl said...

I'm imagining that spot with the leaves all leafed out, soft, cool grass, and the sounds of insects in the air.
We are going to our neighbors tonight to do just that, and to play mexican train!

Ian Buchan said...

Be it ever so humble, there is no place like gathering around a table -- outdoors or in; evocative photo, Dan. By the way, I've posted some photos of sunsets and sunrises on my blog; (I mentioned this on your post about Alaska). Cheers.

Dan Felstead said...

Heather,
I agree. It is so hard anymore with our schedules...even to get everyone around the dining table at the same time for a meal!

Dan

Dan Felstead said...

Shabbygirl...
I am sure there were some nice relaxing evenings spent under these trees.

What is Mexican train?

Dan

Dan Felstead said...

Ian...thanks for the heads up, I am going to look.

Dan

Lynda Lehmann said...

I couldn't agree more, Dan! When we were in Italy I was stricken with how much time people spent interacting in the courtyard, the street or the square. We in the US, could gain so much from that sense of community. It's not very apparent, in most places I've been to.

I LOVE the photo. It pulls me right in, and I want to explore those objects and the area around them, and run my hand over the rust on the back of the chair.

Superb narrative and nostalgic image! I enjoyed it.

Dan Felstead said...

Thanks Lynda...I appreciate the comments. It always surprises me about how people react to my photos. Sometimes I post my favorite and get hardly no comments and other times images that I am not that crazy about seem to garnish the most attention. I guess that is what make the world go round!

Dan

Cynthia L. H. said...

Oooooohhhh! I love this one! Such emotions that it evokes! Reminds me of times spent out on my grandparent's lawn, years ago, in a large circle of chairs just like this, visiting, chatting, listening to the chug-chug-chug of the oil-rigs off in the distance...
I have two of these metal lawn chairs that I picked up from a flea market. They still make me smile, every time I walk out to my patio and see them.
Thank you!
:^)
C

septembermom said...

So true. When I was growing up, we used to sit around the dining room table and talk and laugh for long stretches of time. Now everyone seems to run in different directions. The art of conversation, I'm afraid, is not as valued as it used to be. I can just imagine all the camaraderie that occurred under those welcoming trees. Dan, thanks for another wonderful post!

HightonRidley said...

Oooh, so very nearly monochrome, just perfect for that scene.

:)

Cheers,
--Mark

shabby girl said...

Dan, Mexican train is a form of dominos. We just learned it and now must go out and get our own. It's pretty fun. This too gets people to sit together and share lots of stories.

Dan Felstead said...

Cynthia,
I love your description of the gathering with the sounds in the distance...it puts me right there with you!

Dan

Dan Felstead said...

Septembermom...

It is a shame that we have to talk about these times in the past tense...I would love to be there in a discussion right now!

Dan

Dan Felstead said...

Thanks Highton...
I have noticed that you have a particular affinity for Black and white...your photos are great. Thanks for stopping by.

Dan

Dan Felstead said...

Thanks Shabbygirl...
I am going to Google it...sounds interesting.

Dan