When i was a child one of my favorite things was looking in people's windows, especially in the village where i'd walk with my mother. Those big windows in brownstone buildings were the best. You could glimpse over stuffed bookcases and paintings hanging on walls. I knew i was home by those windows, open and inviting. it was a different world in 1960.
Later i walked alone thru various neighborhoods and glanced thru picture windows.
I love looking out windows,too. i remember that hotel room in san diego, car lights climbing the hill. or the french windows wide open..or the windows in the carriage house, stained glass and sealed shut.
i love the idea of being able to look in and look out the same surface of glass.
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