What is it about a park bench . . .

Staring at a black and white of a park bench, makes me see what’s really important. In the background snow blankets the ground. A shadow of a tree lays in the front hinting, hinting of signs of the sun. And the bench is empty. Can a bench feel or is it just there? What is it about a bench that makes you think, to feel so alone?

Black and white photos are special. You don’t get lost in the colors. No vibrant hues are going to envelope your thoughts. You’re going to see the shapes as they really are and you’re going to see what’s truly is important, no camouflaged facades today, what is . . . is.

Dan Hanosh
Warriors and Wars


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