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Monday, August 25, 2008
Zen Monday: Secret Window
You tell me about the window today. Tomorrow I'll show you where I found it. On Zen Monday you experience the photo then tell me what it's about, rather than me telling you what to experience from viewing it.
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.
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 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.
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.
Through the darkness & in through that narrow slice of light is the long forgotten & lost, Patio of Amy's!
ReplyDeleteWhen 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.
ReplyDeleteI'm telling ya, Petrea, that's where my life is right now. Thanks for the Zen moment!
Beautiful pic, btw.
light filters gently
ReplyDeletecan 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.
ReplyDeleteI imagine a warm breeze blowing through it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteSuccessful anorectic autodefenestrator?
ReplyDeleteBetter keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.
ReplyDelete~ George Bernard Shaw
Longing.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere 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.
ReplyDelete"Have you seen the cat?"
ReplyDeletebright dust mote dances
ReplyDeletethrough mini-micro-climate swirl
of hot sunlit sill
Very nice photo, which catch my eyes from the DP portal.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteA feeling of loss and moving on. The open window airing and inviting the next to enjoy
ReplyDeletethe view from within and out as he or she had.
So simple and so beautiful! Great shot!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the nice comment, Petrea.
It reminds me of my old apartment, a wee lovely thing over a rich person's garage.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteAnne 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.
ReplyDeleteInto darkness
ReplyDeletea shimmer of light
through the window
fresh scent of dawn
Oh, how I love Zen Monday!
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
Liberation
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