Snow Flakes

It snowed for the first time this season in Portland. After tromping down to the Montavilla Farmers Market with my dog Clover to meet my girlfriend and buy groceries, I sat down by the living room window with a hot mug of coffee and coded some snow flakes.

Recently the term "snow flake" has been used as an insult. I don't understand how you could hate a snow flake. They're beautiful, unique, fragile, and temporary, just like people. Every time it snows I feel like a kid again. Here's my attempt at celebrating the beauty of snow flakes.

I probably could have gotten more consistently nice snowflakes by adding a few more rules to my code, but I like how random these are now.

More structure might ruin the beauty.