I was surprised to find how many of my pictures are taken out through windows. Looking through a window it is almost a picture fully framed to begin with, packaged and categorized, sitting in a pigeon hole ready to be pulled out and appreciated! It might be a storm that has blown in ...
Or, maybe the picture frame is the car window, like this picture of California Poppies on a hillside going over the Grapevine heading to San Diego to see our daughter.
Or something whimsical like a funny rock shape on a hillside.
Maybe it is fog through the window in our wooden door.
Or a vineyard beside the road.
Sometimes it is scary like the ambulance taking your neighbor to the hospital! Fortunately, it had a happy ending.
Whatever it is, viewing it through a window is almost a perfect metaphor for how life events appear to us, sitting comfortably housed in the present looking through the window of memory at the past or the window of imagination at the future. We adjust our moods and emotions like the adjustments of a thermostat as the howling storm outside passes through and the beauty of the subsequent rainbow beckons us forth.
The insulated view informs us, lets us plan and prepare before joining in once again. Then someone watches us through their window. We are social, visual creatures, after all.