This is where I take most of my sunset photos. This outdoor furniture is definitely not from Crate and Barrel or Frontgate or even that hoity toity GrandenRoad catalog which continues to arrive in my mailbox even though I have never ordered anything from them. This furniture is from the place in the woods where the pine heaved a big sigh two winters ago and then lay down to rest across my driveway. (Almost all the trees in my woods find some way to lay (lie?) across my driveway when they are ready to 'leaf' this world.)
And if I have been very good that day, and it has not rained recently, I can watch this masterful painting commence comfortably. If there has been a recent rain, the end of the log, where I place my butt, holds the water like a sponge and makes sooty marks on my back side as I ignore that icky cold wet feeling seeping through my shorts while watching the beauty unfold as shown below.