Ephemeral Art

This morning when I opened the blinds covering the sliding glass door that leads out onto the strip of yard behind the gallery, I was greeted by a broccoli-topped friend staring at me with red radish eyes.

Looks like a snow ghost to me—Laurel Hausler did you sneak into our backyard? Well, whoever created our snow friend/ghost/creature, thank you for putting a smile on my face this morning!