Standing in the window naked was not something I thought I would ever be comfortable with. And yet, there I am. I love what windows do. A tiny glimpse out and a tiny glimpse in. A slither of information that the mind is left to play with and turn over, doing with it what it will.
I am drawn to a window. I enjoy people watching so it has always worked for me as the viewer. Whether that is looking out at what is going on around about or looking in at what is inside, it sparks my imagination.
Allowing myself to be viewed is much newer of course, but with it comes a little thrill. As I looked out at HL in the square below, I wondered if anyone else was watching him and imagining what he was doing and what he was photographing. I also wondered if anyone was looking up, prompted by seeing him there with his camera.
Over the course of last weekend we took quite a few other pictures in the window, mostly in the daylight, and I know that I was seen. HL commented how surprising it was to see the change in me over the course of the a year. As I reflected on this in my SS post last week, I thought that this would be a good picture to kick off with.
And now, I am even contemplating taking part in Molly’s February Photofest!