Waiting

No one ever takes this picture. The deck is waiting. The chairs are waiting. No one is there but me. Everything is waiting.

I know why this one attracts me. One, there is symmetry. Two, there are broad open spaces with no one there. NO ONE THERE. Do you read that? I like space to be alone. I need space to be alone. Three, it's just different enough. The cruise ships never take this picture -- although they should, because it suggests that the entire ship is yours for the taking, for the sitting, for the walking, for the just being. My goodness, you could even turn handstands down the deck if you wanted. It's all there, just waiting for me.