Saturday, September 5, 2009

Window to Where?

It's just an old window frame. But I like to look beyond it and imagine.

What do you see through the window?
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34 comments:

Capri K said...

A beautiful perennial garden.

Jessica said...

A lake of old mustard.

LOL

Hmmm, great question. I would like to see stark mountains with some snow... :-)

Karen said...

At first glance I see a wall, but then my mind begins with possibilities of who is looking out the window, or what would happen if the wall opened and you went through, or what could you paint behind it as if is was a window.

Wow, it's probably too early for me to be thinking....snicker....

Linda said...

I see the future...some plans we have been talking about lately.....

Kristen Torres-Toro said...

Jagged, snow covered mountains that pierce the sky. A field of long green grass, with creatures from other worlds--unicorns and talking animals, house-elves and dragons, criscrossing the expanse...

Sorry--obviously, I don't write fantasy. But I spent the week re-reading Harry Potter and I'm in a bit of a fantastical mood. :0)

Lady Glamis said...

I see a lot of things, but mostly the ocean, where I'd like to live one day. I love that you have that on your wall. Is that your wall?

Stina Rose said...

I see a storm. Rain pelting the window. Dark skies, flashes of lightening. A man in a raincoat sits stands under a tree. Who is he? What is he doing there? Should I lock the doors, or invite him in?

Janna Qualman said...

Capri K - That suits you!

Jessica - I can see that. ;)

Karen - That's an idea... my husband could paint a beautiful landscape! And I really like the idea of who could be looking out the window. Those possibilities are endless!

Linda - I hope that means good things are in your view!

Kristen - It makes sense. *grin*

Lady - It is my wall! I can view it from my writing space. :)

Christina - Ooh, I like that, too. Lots of ways to go.

Lady Glamis said...

Okay, then that is AWESOME. I've got to do something like that. I love it!

JLC said...

Jessica - LOL!! I was thinking pea soup.

I see Janna's self-expression. (I like the way she decorates!) I am also thinking about the history of that window frame. Where was it before? Who used to look through it? Did he/she ever anticipate a loved one walking by?

Natasha Fondren said...

I'm a bit obsessed with windows. "Living outside the window" was my mantra for years. When I was stuck inside, the last few years, I used to press my hand to the window, looking out. All day.

Now that I'm out, windows make me very happy, because they remind me I did it.

Janna Qualman said...

Lady - Thanks! I hope you do.

JLC - Did I ever tell you when I was painting - and it was wet - it looked like baby poo? I was worried. Very worried. LOL
And I like that you mentioned self-expression. I never thought in those terms, but if give me new perspective on my decor.

Natasha - I'm so thrilled for you!

Janna Qualman said...

This frame came from the old family farm of some friends. After the estate auction, when everything had been picked through, they let me bring this beauty home.

I can come up with all manner of special meaning behind it. :)

Terri Tiffany said...

I see a cool decorating idea:))) And beyond that-- a trip to the other coast:)

Lazy Writer said...

Funny, but I felt more like I was look in the window rather than out. I saw you in a kitchen preparing that yummy roast you talked about yesterday!

Nadine said...

I see a sea of possibilities. What a wonderful piece to have up in your house!

Janna Qualman said...

Terri - I've never been to the west coast. That would be lovely!

Lazy Writer - *grin*

Nadine - Thank you! I think the possibilities are endless, too.

thedomesticfringe said...

Is this in your house? Cool giant pencil. I see a world where every window has such clean glass that I can see through it perfectly. ;-)

-FringeGirl

ChristaCarol said...

For some reason, an instant image of "Through the Looking Glass" came to mind, so I pictured a colorful English garden with a white rabbit.

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

I see a huge tree decked out in the intense golden colors of autumn.

Blessings,
Susan :)

Lori said...

It's stuck. It won't open for me, I'm afraid. It's all right. A beautiful window anyway.

Janna Qualman said...

That's awesome, ChristaCarol!

Susan - I'm ready to see that myself. ;)

Lori - Darn the luck. ;) That happens sometimes, though, doesn't it?

Kathryn Magendie said...

A woman leans on the sill . . . if only, she thinks . . . if only I had ... or had not ...

She leans on that sill and thinks if only so long, she forgets who she is or where she came from or where she will be going . . .

fifty years pass, and still she is at the sill, leaning, saying if only

Deb Shucka said...

Forever and beyond through a clean blue sky.

Amy said...

You seem to like antiques, right? I do, too. My home is filled with them. So, what do I see through the window?? A young couple--breaking up? Just having a serious discussion? She hugs herself, arms across her abdomen, and he stands with his hands shoved deeply into his jeans pockets. She looks up at him and he leans in toward her...

Janna Qualman said...

Kat - Great workings for a great story, right there.

Deb - Beautiful.

Amy - I do! And I love browsing antique stores more than a lot of things... Like your vivid imagery!

Woman in a Window said...

a wall

and then I fall into a cottage and there is a breeze, a thin threaded curtain and it blows to my nose - tickles it. I sneeze. My arse is up 'cause I'm looking outside, waiting for some footsteps to draw near. Could wait here all day, I suppose.

Janet Ursel said...

A prairie meadow in the summer, the grasses bending in the wind, the smell of baked earth in the air, and the humming of locusts in the grass.

ralfast said...

My window has been foggy these past days with a bad head cold, caffeine withdrawal and heat/rain. But we all need a window.

Janna Qualman said...

Woman - Lovely!

Janet - I hear the locusts now! And "baked earth," wow.

Rafael - Aw, I hope you feel better.

Janet Ursel said...

I was raised on the prairie. Technically I was a city girl, but we lived right on the edge of town, half a block from wheat fields and native prairie. And it baked in the summer, indeed it did. It seemed that the hotter it got, the noisier those fields got. For Easterners to get an idea of the intensity of the noise, they need to walk under an oak tree alive with cicadas on a sunny day. The smells are very different though. Poaching and baking just aren't the same.

Ana said...

That's a great tool for inspiration, to write. I love that idea, and the antiqueness in the wood of the window. I don't see beyond the window, I just see the window as it is and the beauty that resides within the wood and edges. :)

Melanie Avila said...

We have an old window Ibis rescued from a salvage job -- it's stained glass and I LOVE it!

Janna Qualman said...

Janet, it sounds so lovely.

Ana - I couldn't agree more!

Melanie - Ooh, it sounds beautiful. I love take-offs from demolition jobs!