225/365 Come, Sit on the Freeway and Watch the Cars Go By
Three days pass. For three days I drive by this chair. It sits alone on the side of the freeway and waits. I want to photograph it, but I’m surrounded by cars of people trying to get home after a long day at work.
On a slow Sunday, I stop across from it. I put on my emergency blinkers and hope Indy police doesn’t stop and have a talk with me. Between flashes of cars, trucks, and semi’s I capture the loneliness of the chair on a deserted freeway.
Who put it there? Someone must have put it there. It didn’t just fall off a moving van and land upright on its broken legs off to the side of the freeway. I’m sure it’s abandoned.
The next day I drive by and it’s gone.