Foto Friday 14 – Windows
Compatible with all Operating Systems
Jakarta Old Town near Batavia Cafe, a group of students on a school excursion. I met some of them later and they asked to have their picture taken with me.
Outside Paris, some 90s building, which are prone to be torn down soon. When I saw the guy on the phone, I wanted him to move to the left so I could appease the rule of thirds1 but he was frozen in place the whole time. Some phone call...
Taken on our trip to Portugal, in Porto. Sunny day, good vibes, cheerful people. She's looking out to the ocean.
Eyes are the windows to your soul. Keep them open.
Outtakes
"Leaving" (taken at my old office, now torn down). I like the image very much. It does communicate much, just in a different way.
Which one is your favourite?
Cohen has written a song about The Window. There are many songs about windows. I like this one.
Each first Friday of the month you get a three-image Foto Friday post. Twelve per year. Each will have a theme, a quote, and perhaps a tune. Check the FF chat thread for outtakes. All photos taken by me.
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Great pic, as ever. The second is my favourite. Something about the verticality of it.
I miss having some of the background info/stories that you put with these last year 😉 The little anecdotes etc were really great to hear about.
So lovely! I enjoy the busy simplicity of the second photo the most.
This thoughtful collection reminded me of a little paragraph I wrote on the bus from London to Southampton back in September entitled “Musings from a Bus Window:”
So much of a house’s beauty comes from the windows. Neighboring apartment buildings, one with windows surrounded by a white, wooden trim with a simple, engraved design, one with a basic pane of glass encased in the wider brick wall, emanate supremely different feelings: μεν a lived-in gentleness and elegance, δε a lifeless conformity and disinterest. Both windows achieve the same for the internal audience: light passes through to illuminate the inhabited space. It’s the passers-by who experience it differently, and the beauty pricks some delight in our souls, consciously or unconsciously. Maybe that’s why the two [Eastern Orthodox] Liturgies I attended this weekend felt so different. One was held in a plain, grey space, with the priest’s vestments providing the brightest splotches of color. The other celebrated in a mosaic-rich, dazzlingly iconographic cathedral. Obviously, the soulful Mystery of the Eucharist permeates beauty wherever two or three are gathered together, my spirit can recognize that. However, my weak bodily eyes search for those windows to heaven to help me better glimpse heaven’s glory.