for the group time & place

 

traveling cross-country, this was my first time in chicago illinois, albeit only the o'hare airport. damn it was busy! the frantic energy was palpable. being exhausted, hungry, and a bit confused it wasn't as pleasant as i would've hoped, you know, as a photo opp :)

 

but at the last minute, nearing my gate at the end of a terminal i came upon this scene. i stopped cold, put down my goods, scoped out the people and realized that no one seemed to think this unusual. i myself have never seen a white wooden rocking chair in an airport. i speculated that the guy was traveling with it? no, that didn't make sense. someone else was and left it there? uh, maybe it was brought up from baggage, unclaimed?

 

i didn't get it, and i didn't get the nonchalance of everyone *about* it. even when i got my camera out and knelt down to shoot - usually drawing attention - no one even looked my way. perhaps unlike myself, no one else wanted to look naive, not "in-the-know"?!

 

delighted, i took a few shots without anyone blinking an eye. i thought of asking the guy sitting there if he knew what was what, but decided to leave it, preferring the mystery.

 

which reminds me - there are frequent enough times that someone will ask me where i took a particular photo and the best i can come up with is "well, i was walking around ______, so it was somewhere around there". i like wandering and discovering what might happen upon me. and sometimes it's wonderful, magical, to go back looking for something only never to find it again. don't always want/need to know all the answers ...