One bench, at the cottage.
The Iver under the windows of a pine-panelled Muskoka cottage, a folded cream throw on one end and the lake through the glass.
From this angle you see the shape: a long, flat cushion stitched into channels, resting on a band of walnut bentwood that sweeps up at each end.
Four black metal legs angle outwards, a pair at each end, with no back and no arms.


















