The autumn bench was wire and wood. Four slats of wood for sitting. One for resting your back. The metal was thin and elegantly curled as if the maker had taken a day off from making sleighs to whip out this more modest work. The orange leaves covered the ground and a few wet ones clung to the wooden seat. I wanted to sit, but could not violate the beauty of the image by peeling the wet leaves away. They belonged, more than I did, to the grace of that moment. I went on. • James Skene
The Witching Hour by Louise Goodchild - Craft wire, seed beads, and a freshwater coin pearl. The frame is actually midnight blue wire, wrapped with pearlescent seed beads to represent stars. The tree is black wire.