Cafe table, light and stone

There is a tiny sort of stone porch outside the 3rd Avenue entrance to Capella Towers, on which several of these sidewalk tables sit, mostly unused during the day. They look inviting, but don't give a sense of the fabric of human activity in a city...it is more as though they were stored here against some future time when people would suddenly relax, and find some shared frivolity on the stone stage, spilling crumbs and drinks in their escalating joy. In the meantime, these sit as armatures, awaiting life.