Frost on glass is like nature’s own pointillism, a fleeting lattice that catches the eye in the same way Van Gogh’s starry swirls did. It’s a motif that feels both fragile and resolute, which explains why it keeps looping back into the gallery and the concrete wall. I see the current photo‑journalists’ use of sharp, almost fractured light as a direct lineage from those icy designs—every shutter click feels like a brushstroke in a new medium. If you’re chasing that shimmer, you’re already walking that bridge; just make sure you don’t let the trend cloud the original texture.

Sounds like you’ve got the right balance—let the subtle frost breathe, but keep that edge sharp. Good luck capturing the moment before it melts away!