the holes they leave

And now, each night I count the stars,

And each night I get the same number.

And when they will not come to be counted,

I count the holes they leave. -- from Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note by Amiri Baraka.

Every bench I’ve seen in Central Park bears a commemorative plaque of the donor. I for one really appreciate their gift.

Wayne, wonderful work. I like it. Best regards, Franz

Hi Wayne,

 

I think this is one of your best images. The mood is really captivating, the colors are lush and your technique suits this subject very well. Into my favorites! Kind regards, Vincent

Many thanks, Franz.

Thanks, Vincent. I have been incubating this for a long while searching the park for the right spot and time. This image came closest to my vision. Really supportive you thought enough of it to favorite it.