This is the time of year when the world grows quieter, and because of that, the smallest things begin to speak louder. I’ve been thinking a lot about whimsy — not the loud, glittery kind, but the kind that arrives in the corner of your eye and makes you pause. This year, I began taking pictures of things that looked like other things. A tiny personal mission.  It started with a perfect moment of accidental art: a bird pop on my front window, and when the light hit it, it look