Pause, and calmly think on that.
Enter Nim’s world this Christmas season and let his wintry world carry you to a land of northern lights, falling snow, playful gremlins, sleeping giants, chilly horses, and one innocent maiden who believes in good, still. Rest, and refresh, as Ola Schubert draws you into Nim’s magical land in his extravagantly hand-crafted and richly orchestrated…
Join Nim, this Christmas Eve, in his snowy, wintry tale, as he sweeps you away to a world of gremlin hooligans, giants slumbering, wolves slavering, and one little girl whose faith in good remains. Enjoy as Ola Schubert takes you to another place, a magical place, whimsically crafted and beautifully orchestrated, in Nim’s Vintersaga.
The fourth year is a dead, dry sea of shifting sands. Each week is a new staggering climb to crest a new mountain of sand, to be greeted again by another vicious valley and one more dead, dry sea of shifting sands.
This Christmas Eve, join Nim as his snowy, wintry tale sweeps you away to a magical world of gremlins, sleeping giants, fearsome wolves, and one little maiden who still believes in good. Settle in as Ola Schubert transports you to Nim’s world, endearingly hand drawn and exquisitely orchestrated, in Nim’s Vintersaga.
Lower the lights this Christmas Eve, sit back, relax, and immerse yourself in the magical world of Nim in his Winter Tale, Ola Schubert’s loving creation, complemented by an equally mesmerizing soundtrack.
The hill was empty then. I stood just below the peak. Over one hurdle, and then over another. They had all left. And their challenge hung chill in the air.
Continuing my yearly Christmas tradition, I present Ola Schubert’s hand-crafted, beautifully scored vignette, Nim’s Winter Tale. Gather family around this Christmas Eve, lower the lights, and enjoy a brief, magical glimpse of Nim’s wintry world.
As is my tradition each Christmas season, I present Ola Schubert’s beautifully crafted and elegantly scored Nim’s Winter Tale.
In this picture is a bale of hay. Another, smaller, lies to its right, some ways away. Dead grasses lie before it. The brown specks of Autumn lie behind. The waning sun shines upon it all and grants the place life and being…