Today's photography edition comes to us from hometown favorite Joseph O. Holmes, a gallery artist, Hey, Hot Shot! Ultra and a member of this year's HHS! panel.

We've created this edition in three sizes. All are printed with archival pigment inks on premium quality matte paper. They'll be available on 20x200 at 2PM (EST) today:

8.5"x11"
Edition of 200 each $20.

17"x22"
Edition of 20 each $200.

30"x40"
Edition of 2 each $2000.

When I look at this photo, I can practically smell wet wool and feel my cheeks flush with cold. This is a good thing - lately it seems like it might never get really cold again, much less snow. I'm a woman who happens to love cozy sweaters and snowball fights, so the thought of a mild snow-free season makes me immeasurably sad. (And worried about the environment, but that's a whole other topic.)

Doing this edition is a snowdance of sorts - if we all look at the image really really hard and visualize snow, maybe it'll happen. Wouldn't it be nice to have a snow day? Or at least a day below freezing? It is nearly mid-November after all. I don't actually believe in the woo-woo, which is my blanket term for all paranormal, quasi-religous and/or new age techniques, but looking at this photo reminds me that a snow blanketed New York City isn't a figment of my imagination.

This isn't just New York, of course - it's Brooklyn, baby! Prospect Park is a glorious place when it snows. Kids and dogs and sleds and friendly neighbors and saying hello to strangers. My favorite snow day ever was more than 10 years ago, and it was spent sledding and snowball fighting in Prospect Park.

Joe captures a different, more solitary snow day moment. It's hard to imagine such an un-peopled expanse of space, sky and treeline in our crowded Metropolis, but there it is. The ominous, lustrous gray sky is something I could look at for hours and I love the brownish orange of the white-tipped branches. And then there's our dog-walking fella, who allows me to insert myself (and my pooch!) in said landscape, flushed cheeks, boots crunching in the snow, cold filling my lungs. It's an alone, but not lonely feeling; this uninhabited pocket Joe's captured is probably just around the corner from kids hurtling down hillsides on garbage can lids.

Pray for snow, I say!

We're back next with two new gorgeous colorful editions - I can't wait to share them with you.