Window Play
I am intrigued by windows. Windows that let in light. Windows that block light. Windows that are world-weary and crumbling.
“Everything is but a path, a portal, or a window opening on something other than itself.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Here, an old, crumbling window is turned and turned to create texture and depth - then superimposed over another multiple exposure from the raw earth, full of texture and shape. The blues and golds are warm and inviting.
10.15.22
"Such a deep silence surrounds me, and I think I hear moonbeams striking on the windows." - Lucian Blaga
This image frames the magic of light and growth outside the bounds of the window frame. It feels like hope and possibility and, yes, moonbeams.
10.15.22