It wasn’t too long ago that reserved seating meant that you bought a ticket for a guaranteed place.
Today it means that former gathering places have their seats stacked in reserve, hopefully for future use.
I was wandering around near my old downtown studio earlier in the week. When I was in residence there in the mid-’90s, there weren’t a lot of dining options. That wasn’t the case as recently as February. Then things changed and now the neighborhood has reverted to the ghost town era.
The stacked yellow chairs are in a now-shuttered place that used to make expensive coffee and even more expensive avocado toast. In my heyday, some kind ladies sold good sandwiches for too little money. Neither place made it.
I found it strange that all I could think about was an untenable future.
It’s strange to be right for the wrong reasons.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.