I could spend hours checking out park benches...
Let me rephrase that.
I love beautiful wooden park benches. The ones that have plaques on them, with words, about loved ones missed, love requited, passion unrequited.
Here are two I photographed recently in Central Park, New York.
(We don't do benches well in Australia. Poorly-made seating that breaks easily and messages that often lack poetry, humanity or humour.)
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