Some photographs resonate.This photo, hanging on a restaurant wall in an Albuquerque Olive Garden, resonates. It is a black, white, and gray ode to old age.
These three old men have a history and are sitting on a bench watching life pass. Old men have histories that are burnished and worn like rocks going through a tumbler. Their rough edges have been smoothed and now they lean on each other as they watch glorious young women flaunting the latest designer clothes, their trim bodies moving against skirts and blouses that can barely contain their curves.
These old men sit and their conversation moves from wars,to divorces,to children,to politics,to sex, to money.
In a black and white world that has buckets of gray, I am not yet looking for my bench and friends to share it.
Growing old is unavoidable but sitting on the right bench, in the right place, with the right people,in my mind, is still a few years off.