Above the contained scene a ferris wheel so high seems alive in its own quiet majesty. Though the snow globe is crystal clear, it gives the mirage of a dazzling night on Santa Monica Beach. The stars are tender as though they were musical notes, scattered like diamonds across a purple hazed canvas. Their brightness is mirrored by the fair light rides, creating the impression that the entire world within the globe shimmers like the sky. In the far distance, the faint outline of the dock fades into the beaches water, the planks outlined with the pale silver light as if defined by moon light beams. The snow fall itself is a beautiful. When shaken, the snow rises in a hurry, twirling and dancing in a wonderful yet unreadable pattern before settling gently over LA’s Santa Monica Beach. The flakes are mere white flakes of foam, but they still shimmer with an almost realism, catching the light in a way that fantasy and reality blur with every moment. As they fall, the stillness of the scene is temporarily hypnotizing, giving the mirage of life with its motion, only for the illusion to break once the snow settles again. The magical display of light and realism within the small dome is mesmerizing, as if the globe was made to hold not just a scene but an entire moment of time that was made to be remembered, alive with the magic and feeling of the coming Chirstmas. From the snowy rooftops to the frozen waters of the beach, from the twinkling lights of the fair rides to the endless pines of snow dressed trees, the snow globe is more than a decoration made to display. It is a miniature moment in time, one that captures the feeling of a memory: the family warmth of a community, the beauty of nature and man made stuctures, and the wonderfulness of a moment suspended in that time that can now last forever.