When All The World's Asleep

I'm exploring the visual qualities of breath. I particularly love how our breath materialises in winter. This is one of my favourite images so far. It gets deliciously cold in the early morning and I panicked because I thought I woke up too late to capture any of the frosty haziness on the windows.

I see your breath hanging there
like snow clouds
like snow clouds
- Somersault, Decoder Ring