The online HQ of author and voice actor PETREA BURCHARD, and her publishing company, BOZ BOOKS
Through the darkness & in through that narrow slice of light is the long forgotten & lost, Patio of Amy's!
When Life slams a door shut in your face, it often opens up a window. It's only a secret if you don't look for it.I'm telling ya, Petrea, that's where my life is right now. Thanks for the Zen moment!Beautiful pic, btw.
light filters gentlycan darkness still be lonely?morning chases night.
The "last photo" taken of a house you're moving out of. You know the one, everything is packed, you're checking to make sure everything is out, the moving truck is ready to be closed up and proceed to the next space. You find this window is open and snap a photo to remember the moment. You saunter on over to the window to take one last look out into the garden that you have cultivated for years to say "until next time" because goodbye is not in your vocabulary.
I imagine a warm breeze blowing through it.
Successful anorectic autodefenestrator?
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. ~ George Bernard Shaw
Somewhere in Pasadena is an older home that's in the process of being rewired. We are all in need of occasional rewiring. That's me being zen. Maybe.
"Have you seen the cat?"
Gray silk dressWhite straw hata hangover
bright dust mote dancesthrough mini-micro-climate swirlof hot sunlit sill
Very nice photo, which catch my eyes from the DP portal.
I have managed to squish the inner poet in me over these years so I will just add that I like very much the simplicity of your attic window photo today Petrea.
A feeling of loss and moving on. The open window airing and inviting the next to enjoy the view from within and out as he or she had.
So simple and so beautiful! Great shot!Thank you for the nice comment, Petrea.
It reminds me of my old apartment, a wee lovely thing over a rich person's garage. I think trish said it best, though. A fond goodbye to a well-loved home.
It's giving off a lonely vibe like a window from a Hopper painting.
Anne Frank. Straight away. Those years she spent in the dark, her diary made it's way to the light. It is a very evocative image.
Into darknessa shimmer of lightthrough the windowfresh scent of dawn
Oh, how I love Zen Monday! Your comments are all so individual. It reinforces my belief -- no, my knowledge -- that the artwork itself has no meaning by itself, and that the experience of art is where the meaning lies. To expand on that: each of us experiences a work of art differently, depending on what we bring to it.Thank you so much for your comments and welcome, newcomers. Thanks, too, to those of you who don't comment. I appreciate all visitors.
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