Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Along with lonely tree photos one of my favorite genre of images is something I'll call "the upstairs window" photo. No matter how beautiful the weather, how sunny the day, an upstairs window always holds some danger and mystery.
The sky and some branches reflect off the old glass. You can never acutally see inside, maybe just a shadowy figure. The curtains seem to move imperceptibly...is someone watching? This always spooks me out. I wonder what Freud would say about that.
NOTE: The screen door is open, so please feel free to visit The Back Porch