We are a third of the way through spring. We hit 50° yesterday. It snowed all day Monday. But it is spring. (Or so “they” would have you believe.)
It is not important if you’re late. It IS important that you arrive.
Meanwhile, indoors, I call this “Chair In Isolation.” It is intended as a withering critique on the subject of artistically withering critiques and the isolating folly of men and women putting their impressions into the work of others.
Or its a simply dressed movie set. One of the two.
Allie was unimpressed:
