Most people that know me know that I have a fascination with benches. There are many reasons for this, but the main reason being the bench is a constant relative to time; it's like a living-breathing entity, like a watchdog, that provides a seat for anybody that passes by, and is a silent witness to everything that surrounds it. I like to imagine what it has seen, what it has experienced, and the people who used it and the circumstances that led them to this bench.
The location of the bench often reveals how much it has seen. This bench is located on the extreme north coast of Scotland, in Buckie. It's like a sleepy New England town, with a pretty low population, and this seashore is mostly a tourist town, so when we visited in October, there was almost nobody there. But as you can see, the walls and the bench have both taken a beating from mother nature, and endured quite a bit of non-human contact. I decided to ignore the 2/3rd rule for this one, because I thought the starkness of the surrounding of this bench was important, and I wanted to show the bench in its very lonely state.... hope it worked :-/