A Cosy Winter Chat: The Spark That Started It All
Remember those really frosty mornings when you were little, the ones where every pane of glass was painted with the most intricate patterns? I certainly do. There was one particularly crisp winter, oh, ages ago now, when I was sitting by the window with a steaming mug of tea, watching the world outside turn into a sparkling wonderland. Each tiny ice crystal seemed to have its own personality, a fleeting piece of art that would vanish with the morning sun. That memory always stuck with me, a little seed of an idea, about capturing that delicate...
