Winter brings a sort of hush, every year without fail. I'm not inspired by snowy landscapes or gusts of wind through barren trees. I see others create masterpieces from this stuff but anytime I try, I fail — completely and utterly. You need to love your subject or nothing shines through.
So with the cold, I internalize. We're merely a week away from the start of the Christmas break and soon our home will transform into its traditional massive whirlwind; cookies and noise and crazed anticipation all around.
These are miniatures, frozen and hidden beneath the surface. Fragments before the grand finale.