A weathered wooden bench covered in green and gold lichen, facing the expanse of a lonely winter Great Lake...there's something about this image that makes me pause and ponder.  Maybe because it reminds me of how much I enjoy solitude when I aim my camera with intent, and that bench--to me--has solitude written all over it.  It beckons me to gaze upon its constant view and to let the scene wash over me before I walk on to the next vista.