Frosted Windows

I hate the cold, but I love the frost it brings. I photographed a few windows this morning, and melted some ice with my hand in the middle image, allowing the screen to show through… Reminds me of Minor White and his thoughts on Equivalence:

“Any photograph, regardless of source, might function as an Equivalent to someone, sometime, someplace. If the individual viewer realizes that for him what he sees in a picture corresponds to something within himself — that is, the photograph mirrors something in himself — then his experience is some degree of Equivalence.”