sleigh bells ringing

Subtle colours abound as the cycle fades into a season of dormancy and revitalization.


It's creeping closer all the time, the snow line after a wet night makes its way down the mountain.


Santa arrives at the mall. Stop. What's wrong with this picture?


When Santa and all the commercially inherent aspects of his existence are finally launched into space the real meaning of the red suit will shine through.


Simplicity of abstraction, randomness of selection, intensification of isolation, turns nothing into a representation of flow.