For this illustration, I enjoyed contrasting a poem filled with sensory images with the cold metal of technological progress. I liked the idea of overly sophisticated snowplows texting poetry to each other. Couldn't they just beam the messages directly? Will A.I. goof off as much as us humans? Do machines have an artistic soul somewhere in all that binary code?

Regardless, it was fun to juxtapose the future with the past—both, in large part imagined. Presently, however, factories are being converted into living spaces and literature is being consumed via screens; hand-inked drawings colored in Photoshop.

Syracusan elements include the orange/blue of the sunset/sunrise and the definitively regional mounds of wintery precipitation.