A wooden dock lined with capped timber pilings extends across calm water toward two empty chairs beneath a peach-pink clouded sky.

Where the Boards End

MG-0316

2024-03-19

About this piece

Warm wooden planks converge toward a small platform, where two empty chairs and fishing rods overlook the water. Repeated pilings frame the approach, their weathered grain and painted bands contrasting with the soft expanse of pink clouds.

The story

I stood between the tall pilings and let the dock lead my eye toward the empty chairs. The fishing rods were already there, small lines against the open water, suggesting a pause in someone else's day. What held me was the balance: weathered timber beneath a sky so softly colored it seemed almost weightless. I framed the boards straight ahead, leaving room for the clouds and for the quiet beyond the platform.

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