Artists and writers sometimes drift into arrogance, believing they have created notions of light and design that touch and inspire people. Once in awhile I am reminded that we are all copycats, mimics, poseurs really, nature is the true artists, and can create ideas, designs, inspirations – light itself and color – far beyond the imagination of simple human beings. Jack Frost is an old cliche, an old idea, a sappy one in some ways, yet when I woke up this morning I had the sense a true artist had slipped into the bedroom and graced my windows with something you could not buy or duplicate or imagine.