How did it all begin?
I am an innkeeper on Cape Cod. I took a picture of this red chair perched out on a frozen pond in Woods Hole in the winter of 2011. I posted it on Facebook and my computer lit up with "likes." This simple image journeyed all over cyberspace, and landed in the in-box of a California-based photographer, who was inspired to come visit the Woods Hole Inn in the off season. When she asked to borrow the chair I was surprised; when the fruits of her labor arrived in the mail (see her incredible photo taken on Nobska Beach in winter above), I was in tears.
The red chair became a symbol, a metaphor for connections made across invisible boundaries.
For me, the red chair is an invitation to come explore yourself in a quiet and beautiful place. It is an open seat at the table of relaxation. It is the beckoning hand of civilization, marking the edge of the wildness of nature. It is the dialogue between artists and innkeepers, dreamers and shop-girls, lost travelers and those that welcome them into warm beds.
The red chair inspires me, in so many ways. I like to check in frequently, and see what the chair is up to. What does the Red Chair mean to you? Add your voice here.
The red chair became a symbol, a metaphor for connections made across invisible boundaries.
For me, the red chair is an invitation to come explore yourself in a quiet and beautiful place. It is an open seat at the table of relaxation. It is the beckoning hand of civilization, marking the edge of the wildness of nature. It is the dialogue between artists and innkeepers, dreamers and shop-girls, lost travelers and those that welcome them into warm beds.
The red chair inspires me, in so many ways. I like to check in frequently, and see what the chair is up to. What does the Red Chair mean to you? Add your voice here.
Here is the original photo of the red chair that I posted to Facebook, as well as a link to my Facebook page where I post lovely pictures of Woods Hole with some regularity. Don't we all need a little red chair in our lives?
