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Your assumptions are your windows on the world.
Scrub them off every once in a while,
or the light won't come in.
(Alan Alda)
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Burano is an island in the Venetian Lagoon, northern Italy; like Venice itself, it could more correctly be called an archipelago of four islands linked by bridges. It is situated near Torcello at the northern end of the Lagoon, and is known for its lacework.
Burano is also known for its small, brightly-painted houses, popular with artists. The colours of the houses follow a specific system originating from the golden age of its development; if someone wishes to paint their home, one must send a request to the government, who will respond by making notice of the certain colours permitted for that lot.
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I don't even know the name of the town. I do remember it was in Northern Italy above Milan and close to the border with Switzerland. Near the very old town's round village fountain and down a narrow alley, there in the middle of a block-length 2 story high wall was this single tiny window. Across the window, set into the foot deep walls, was a handmade twisted iron bar. Tied to the bar with string was this pot and it's three lovely geraniums.
Museum Windows, Shadows. © Copyright 2017 G Dan Mitchell - all rights reserved.
Silhouetted figures, windows, and beams of light, Metropolitan Museum
This is a second "take" on a location I photographed between Christmas and New Year's Day last year, when we spent a week in New York. It was an exceptionally cold week, and on a few days we decided that we really needed to find indoor activities. (On other days we defied the cold and wind and walked all over Manhattan anyway.) One of the reliable options is a visit to a museum, so we headed to the Metropolitan, where we wanted to see the David Hockney show. You can't see it in this photograph, but the museum was packed with other visitors who were also looking for a warm, indoor option.
We passed through this room twice, on our way to and from a section of the museum with relatively modern art that we wanted to view. This space is really essentially a very wide walkway, though I suspect that it could also be used for exhibits at times. The row of tall windows along the southern wall opened to Central Park and, further away, the Manhattan skyline. Lots of people took advantage of the wide window sills as a place to sit. The resulting effects of light were intriguing — backlit people in a variety of poses, the faint image of the park and city outside, and the alternative effects of shadows and reflections from the bright light streaming through the windows.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, "California's Fall Color: A Photographer's Guide to Autumn in the Sierra" is available from Heyday Books and Amazon.
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This was taken at the castle "Augustusburg". Love the small roof windows. The bricks make a great pattern..
I used to work with this guy--an engineer--who was the living definition of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). He couldn't enter my office without rearranging a stack of papers on my desk or straightening a picture on the wall. One night while at his house for dinner, I noticed that the books on his bookshelf were arranged with the tallest on the left to the smallest on the far right. Not one book out of order--a perfect staircase of literature. He folded his t-shirts by lying them face down, folding in the sleeves, followed by a vertical fold to each side, and then three folds from the bottom to the neck. He had twenty of them--ten white and ten black. They all were within a millimeter of each other when folded. His kitchen cabinets and refrigerator displayed the same compulsion for symmetry. He loved Bach and disdained Debussy.
When I saw this building I was immediately reminded of this old acquaintance. He would have loved the symmetry and raved about the genius of the architect and interior designers. It occurs to me that we humans do have some affinity for order. There is a certain comfort that comes from symmetry and homogeneity. Me on the other hand: I long to rent one of those rooms and let my "freak flag" fly. Purple curtains with orange polka dots would look quite awesome against that brick exterior don't ya think?
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