Frosted Head- & Streetlight

When I went out to the car this morning I thought at first that its windshield might have escaped Jack's caress. But no. A glance inside was enough: a lacing of glassy leaves spread from left to right, as if he had barely brushed it with a fingertip, and a touch was all it took (synesthesia: I can hear that touch, a cellophane crackling). Before getting a pan of water and obliterating the marvelous tableau, I came back with my camera. I used a high ISO but the light was still pretty dark, so some of this is out of focus. Not sure whether that matters too much. I may have another go if Jack is good enough to lay down some more handiwork.