photo on wall : henk van rensbergen |
windows are magical. when outside looking in, i love all kind of shapes, brand new or wheathered, i really do not make a distinction. they are the dreamy part of a house.
if darkness falls and you find yourself outside looking in, and windows aren't dressed by the inhabitants, magic mounts to a crescendo. it may be punch & judy in there, hence broken windows. [a friendly banter anyone can appreciate, you should have been in my house this weekend! ☻]
tannery schotte in aalst, belgium |
derelict house in aalst, belgium |
dreamy window in hemiksem, belgium all time favourite window of mine, i wished i could have taken it home! |
do click image to read the quote by elisabeth kubler-ross {swiss-american psychiatrist and author} |
Oh, am I curious now..? Windows/stained glass... I bet we're in for some perfect and surprising experience here! I'll be back soon to find out more!
ReplyDeleteLove.
And I did some cheating this week. I recycled an old drawing.
I will join 'stained glass', although it sounds quite tricky.. :)
Did you read Kubler-Ross? I read her books on grieving several times. About the windows - oh, yes, they're what attract me most in any building. Not so much the view (which definitely counts) but the shape of the windows, and their size. My dream is to have a room with windows on all four walls ... a tower? :)
ReplyDeleteOh, dear Nadine,
ReplyDeletesounds and looks deep and fantastic...
Upon entering a house, a building, an apartment for the first time i fly to the window, to aknowledge the view and then nod, too!! Amazing...
And, I need more time to read between the lines... so, more deep words of me are under construction.
See you later, honey,
Love,
Ariane
if darkness falls and you find yourself outside looking in, and windows aren't dressed by the inhabitants, magic mounts to a crescendo. it may be punch & judy in there, hence broken windows. [a friendly banter anyone can appreciate, you should have been in my house this weekend~~~~~~I love this.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteyou make me wanna walk... would love to walk around in strange cities, would love to get to know belgium... ♥♥ julia
ReplyDeleteYour 1st picture looks like one I posted yesterday ;-)
ReplyDeleteI didn't know E. Kubler Ross and I just read her bio: impressive person. I particularly love another quote: "The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen".
Thanks Nadine for your always surprising posts.
all windows are so inspiring for me. I love the windows of old factories and old (farm-)houses. they are so interesting und I'm always curious what I can found there inside.
ReplyDeleteNext two weeks I'm on holiday - without internet! xx mano
I once had a dream that I was living in what was an old church. I loved the windows, all stained glass. In my dream I couldn't believe that I was living in such a beautiful place and decided not to bring in furniture and keep it just as it was. OOOOO I loved that dream house!
ReplyDeleteThat is indeed the most beautiful window ever!!!! I agree!
Can you believe that we both thought of these themes together/separately. Coincidence is strong with us at times is it not?
ReplyDeleteCount me in for this week..... ;)
Windows, windows in the dark of the night.
ReplyDeleteIn the bright light of the matinee.
Windows are beautiful.
I like it when the sun goes down, and you can see what's going on inside the houses of random people you don't even know. And you get to know their walls, their lamps, their artworks, their faces, their roofs.
The place where we built our current house, was the house of a crazy, old man, such a disaster, full of rubbish and old broken furniture. We tidied it up and for 5 years my dad had his workshop in there.
The clean house had a yellow and white façade, with a wooden door in the middle and windows at both sides.
Well, the window in the left side was a real window, but the one in the right side was actually painted. My dad had painted a wooden window, with iron bars, and it was barely open. Only a little spot of the inside could be seen, and it was marvelous.
For years, we went to that workshop and cooked a paella there every sunday, and I would look at that window, mouth-opened, realising how much I would miss it when the time to demolish the dilapidated building would come.
And I miss that window now, because it looked so real but it was created to satisfy imagination.
Someday I will paint my own fake window.
Hmmm...did you think windows could give so much to talk about? :)
Big kisses!
Oh,i'm in love with these kind of buildings,windows...
ReplyDeletewhen i see this i immediately start to imagine how i have to redecorating and furnishing these buildings ;)
E K-B was an awesome woman!! Have you read Life Lessons yet?
ReplyDeleteI love your blog...just discovered it!! XXO-