I see this courtyard a few times a year; I wander downtown Buffalo, NY on my lunch breaks and it calls to me, so every so often I pass by and visit it.
I want to meet the people who live here and share an evening of discussion, laughter, red wine and salty snacks. I want the scene to be softly lit by flickering candlelight, I want to hear the din of the evening city that surrounds this house, punctuated with the random - but not too frequent - chirps of old brakes from the passing cars and the clop-clops of pedestrians on their way out for a night on the town.
I want the mischievous breeze to blow out a candle or two, flip the end of the tablecloth up or toss the seatcushion whenever our host steps inside to fetch another bottle.
Until that time I will continue to admire their breakfast nook and wave back whenever the basil musters raising a crinkly, sagging leaf.
Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 AF