Christmas Cards

Every year my Dad commissions me to make a Christmas card. Here are my two best ones.

Winter comes to claim her prize;

The earth now breathes so slow and deep,

The meadowland and woodland tarry,

Then in frost and snow to sleep.

(This is the first verse of a poem written by my Dad, Russ Bain. It is what inspired this painting.)

Collage Christmas card from a few years ago.