I've enjoyed both kinds of bench rest activities. Long distance shooting and long duration snoozing. I recommend them both, though not simultaneously.

For those of us who have attained senior status, benches are a welcome find as we tramp through the parks and along the streets of Henderson. Today's post is a compilation of benches where Jeanne and I have rested our bones and once or twice even our eyelids.  

("Benches? He's posting pictures of benches?  Oh, brother. I know that old people like to watch grass grow and paint dry.  They probably sit on benches while they do those things I guess. But wow, this is pretty lame"....)

This bench is a bit utilitarian in my view, but better than the branch behind it.
This photo could be entitled: "The Evolution of the Bench", don't you think?

Aging makes one appreciate back support. This design could be improved upon. 

Aahhhh, this one is more like it and very cooling here too.

Certainly stylish, in the Corbin Estate, but a hot surface for one's back, at least on sunny days.

I wrote an essay some time ago that I entitled Welcome to the Club. In it I told the story of how aging has brought me into a whole new circle of friends. (posted here April 22, 2015)

While working on today's post, I looked around on-line for something that commented on another side of the aging process, and hopefully something that referred to benches so that it would make sense to use it here. That other side of aging is the fact that some segments of society don't notice or respect older folks. I've experienced it myself on occasion. Thank goodness that very small children still look me in the eye. And their mums and dads. In fact, I even rate smiles from them fairly often. 

This poem does exaggerate things a bit. (but I do like that it mentions both grand kids and benches)

 i n v i s i b l e

a few may see me,

most of them don't

my grandchildren would,

teenagers won't

old men like me somehow fade from sight

quiet on our benches, but in full daylight

as the street crowds pass unaware i wonder

...do i still cast a shadow?

 by S. D. Dubio, (U. S.) used by permission, 2015

Here are some more.....

Along the Opanuku Stream, paved side

This one looks about as old as I am, but my hide is lichen-free. 

At the hospital, sliver free and spotlessly clean of course

On the corner of Lincoln and Swanson, shaded by a gum tree.
I've been trying for a long time to figure out what this tree is. Allie recently found a site that lists protected trees in the area. That list calls it a gum tree. I think it might be a type of eucalyptus, Corymbia ficifolia. (Native to Australia) I need to wait until it flowers to confirm my hunch. I'll let you know.

 It's almost always breezy here at the base camp for Mount Dizzy

Back comfort is somewhat lacking in this model, except in the very center, but I like how it can to used to sit from either direction, depending on the length of one's legs of course. The upper portion is  also used by runners sometimes to lean against as they catch their breath.  Kids like these for climbing. Even the top of the center support is broad enough for a little one to attain and gaze upon the world far below. They remind me of little goats as they climb.
In a pinch, I suppose they could be used as a picnic table of sorts...but then, the real thing is available near by.

I think these should be renamed. From now on, they are ... Feasting Benches         -djf

("Well, I guess that wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. At least there weren't too many of the things. I suppose the old guy is pleased that he can still  aim his camera.  Probably a Kodak, with flash bulbs no doubt, from the last century")