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on brick patchwork. Broken windows all in a column with a background of bricks in an assortment of colours and shades.
Settling off on their journey, those with window seats get their final views of Dublin as their Shamrock Aer Lingus A320 heads for the runway.
From snapping, texting or perhaps just watching the world go by, fasten your seatbelt.
I took this ages ago (2011) when we lived in Étampes, but it never made it onto Flickr. While I was clearing out my external hard drive I decided to use it, at some point, for the Window Wednesdays Group.
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window in Leimen
Leimen ist eine Stadt im nordwestlichen Baden-Württemberg, rund sieben Kilometer südlich von Heidelberg.
Boris Becker ist hier geboren.
Leimen is a town in the Northwest of Baden-Württemberg, about seven km south of Heidelberg.
Boris Becker is born here.
Well, the original picture was actually a view down from the roof of a 11 story high building into the inner courtyard. Reworked in Photoshop
Title by Nada Surf
This image opens the series “Framed Realities” — a blurred threshold between memory and presence.
A poetic stroll through the royal greenhouses at Laeken in Brussels, where you can dream through the misty glass roofs...
Déambulation poétique dans les serres royales de Laeken à Bruxelles qui laisse à rêver au travers des verrières embuées...
Part of the series “Framed Realities – A Journey Through Windows, Reflections and Inner Views,” exploring perception, distance and the quiet tension between observer and observed.
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(Fait partie de la série “Réalités cadrées”, une exploration des perceptions, des distances et de la tension silencieuse entre regardeur et regardé.)
I flashed back to childhood the other day. Not sure what triggered it. I'm never sure. The neurons in my brain connect somehow like an old-fashioned telephone switchboard. And suddenly there I am, mentally teleported to some distant place in time. In this episode I'm about age 12 and my bedroom was being remodeled. Mom said I could choose whatever pattern I liked for the wallpaper. I recall searching through absurdly oversize books contains samples of all sort of wall coverings. They passed by in a blur until I spotted the perfect choice: a Batman motif. I told mom the search was over, this was my pick. She looked at it disapprovingly and tried to steer me to other selections, ones that did not include cartoon characters. But my choice was firm and the decision was final. Some weeks later the new wallpaper went up. It should surprise none that it did not feature the Caped Crusader. It was just some abstract floral pattern that looked just like the wallpaper elsewhere in the house. Mom knows best I guess. My brain circuits cut out at that point and I'm back in the present wondering where the hell that came from. And then I came across this photo from a series I did a couple of years ago. It was never published, then subsequently lost in my recent hard drive crash fiasco. But miraculously it just resurfaced in a group of recovered files. And immediately the connection was made. Just like the Batman wallpaper would have increased the awesomeness of my childhood bedroom, I was absolutely awestruck by the vines in this photo. Love how they snake their way up the wall and across the window panes. There's a drippy, creepy-crawly effect that enhances the look of abandonment. It elevates the dreary to a new plateau, more of a haunted house vibe. I remember staring up at the window at the time, thinking how I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. Batman lives!
This cat watched me intently as I walked by his window yesterday.
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