My grandmother had a way of leaving fantastic worlds encased in random glass containers here and there for strangers to discover when they came to visit. I loved getting lost in the sands and glittered snow landscapes of her imagination. Wandering through town, I happened upon a winter display and could not help but smile. With the holidays, wrapped in the hustle and bustle of busy lights and ribbons of traffic, one can still find a peaceful sanctuary encased canning jars and salt shakers
