“The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don’t bother looking into my eyes if there’s something you want to know, just ask”
The challenge this week is windows.
I had several pictures lined up that expressed a few of my ideas about windows: what they are; what they represent; metaphoric windows; the usual stuff.
Then on the way back from visiting the river on this foggy, rainy spring day as I walked down Cathedral Parkway heading to the bank I started to see flashing lights bouncing down Broadway. As I turned the corner, I saw my windows.
Here are some views through other people’s windows.