09 September 2012

Still Life


On two different occasions in three years, an old friend from up north has come to visit. In both cases I eagerly looked forward to the company, but then . . . .





Maybe it is the chair. I would hate to think it is me. I think that it must be the chair. The next time that I am expecting a visitor, I shall hide that chair.



2 comments:

27thstreet said...

For sure it's the chair. I yawned just looking at the photos. I could imagine myself napping in that chair.

Stephen Brassawe said...

I was pretty sure it was the chair, street. Thanks.