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In summer, they circle wrought iron tables where friends gather to drink. In winter, they are stacked against the patio’s brick wall of the Downtown Martini Bar in Brighton, MI. The arcs of the chair backs are more noticeable in winter when they are damned near the only organic shape in eyesight. In the summer, our eyes are drawn to the plants nearby, but when plants can’t grow even small towns like this one seem linear and cement covered. We seek reminders that organic shapes exist at all. I think that’s why we find deep snow beautiful. It softens shapes.