You will see him later. Keep an eye out.
Over Aytch's work table. And beside.
Our old friend the mouse door. Looks quite heavily trafficked since last time.
Another sort of whimsy. Hand turned ornaments.
We're not in the main room yet...
Still not yet...
Actually, I didn't take enough pictures in here.
Don't overlook the angel fish.
Back out front...
So many skilled artisans and artists.
A park ranger was wandering around, too, while I was in there. Probably to keep warm. As he left, I heard a another elf story.
Elements Gallery is right across the street from the train station, the current North Pole. When the town was involved, the North Pole was way down at the end of Mill Street. Customers in the gallery were leaving as the Polar Express stopped and the elves began performing. A ranger hurried up the gallery steps and shooed everyone back into the gallery. They couldn't leave until the performance was over.
Deb let them out the back door, with cookies. The customers had to thread through the elf edge, but escaped unharmed. As soon as the performance ended, Deb had elves in the shop. "Is this where we get the cookies?" The town still knows how to keep the holidays.