Coming and going to my cycling class in a nearby industrial park, I spotted this scene.
A rough hewn picnic table with a bright red umbrella and a matching red ash tray.
I stopped short, with two competing thoughts.
First, why was I headed inside to pedal a stationary bicycle in a dark room when I could just have easily chosen to take a bike ride outside along the river path?
Second, when was the last time I dropped everything and sat at a picnic table to eat lunch or take a break?
Perhaps this is why the photograph is more powerful than ever . . . it helps us to tackle issues of identity, loss, presence, pain, and knowledge.
It’s hard to deny that which can be plainly seen.