Photographers often have visual idiosyncrasies that they repeat. I’ve always had a sense of irony and it comes out in photos of incongruous situations.

Lincoln Gap, Vermont, Fall 1970

This particular photo has a story behind it that gets lost if you weren’t the one who took it. I was driving through what we called “a high mountain pass” (all of about 740 m) in Vermont. The dirt road snaked up between a notch in the Green Mountains and at its highest point I came across this sofa.
Someone went through a great deal of effort to get the big sofa up a winding mountain road and then drop it off at the top. Maybe it was a big party that I just missed. I don’t know the answer – and you can use your own imagination to fill in …