We have many benches over here D, mostly dotted along the cliff paths, which have been donated by relatives of lost one's. Often with short beautiful messages on a plaque, or sometimes just a name and dates. I think it's such a nice way to remember people, and I always take time to sit a while with them and their thoughts.
Of course this would catch my eye right away. I love benches... be it in a pub, restaurant, outside most anywhere, and even at home in a large homey kitchen which I don't have. Right before I found this photo I was listening over and over to a very moving piece on my mp3 player... feeling feelings I couldn't quite put to words... lost, displaced from the world in which I live, depressed for reasons I knew and knew not, missing a beat in time and time itself, lamenting all control over my destinies past and present, wandering in my thoughtless mind... hopeless, hurt, alone, no reason given. I went in search for a youtube video of the song. What I found was bursting of colors and Spring... perhaps a good one to play, should winter drag too far too long. Soon afterwards I thought... the bench brought happiness but the colors were sad; whereas the song brought sadness but the vid were colors of joy. Compliments in contrast. Yet equals... as my mind wandered in perplexing digression. Sorry... woke up at 2:30am... in need of more sleep? [link]
Anyhow, all said and done and seemingly unrelated to your work... when really it is all the same... all beautiful... genuine... worth the time taken.