Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
Back on 2/16/12 I said l’d be showing the life cycle of an abandoned engine in the river..and then I abandoned the engine again…
well better late than never…here it was on 4/29/11