“Frost on Glass, Boise” repeats the celebration of ice on a car window, though this time we are viewing it against a dark background. As with the footprints in the snowy sidewalk, the opportunity to appreciate the frost was born first from duty. In the winter, I would warm up my wife’s car each day and clear all the windows to permit her a pleasant and safe trip to the office. But, before I scraped the windows, I made sure to explore the artistic opportunities. After my initial positive experiences, I would begin my ritual earlier and earlier to provide more time to explore. The subject remains the same, but the shapes and patterns never repeat.
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