foggy morning tale.

if this bench could talk, he'd say: "if only someone would come sit on me...i'd be so happy. i am but a lonely bench. my blue paint used to be shiny and new and uniform. now it is distressed and greyed, but i hear that's in these days, no? i could be shabby chic, really i can. i'm still sturdy...please, have a seat. give me a chance."


at least mister lonely bench has a nice view.


the two beaks at the end of the pier agree.