Of the brief travels in my life, there are few things that continuously pique my interest. Windows. Or more accurately, what goes on behind them, and the history within that we can only imagine as passersby. Consider me perverted for having such curiosity, however, consider these glass openings as eyes and witnesses to the different lifestyles and mannerisms of its inhabitants.
It would be ambitious to compare a simple wood-frame opening in a village dwelling in Java to that of a bullet-proof pane of a palace in London. But if we peered through the frames and saw the motions and emotions of its residents, these two portals may not be so worlds apart.
It is therefore that I capture many images of windows throughout my trips. Some are presented here in my slideshow. Not only did I take the photos looking in, some shots were more captivating (and more accessible) looking out. Few of the pictures were challenging to take (sit, cat, sit). And the one opportunity I missed due to lack of valour... think live displays in Amersterdam's red-light district. But that's for another story.
Draw the blinds
And reveal yourselves
Of the lives and the secrets
That you preciously guard.
Raise the curtains
To exhibit your fruits
Of crime and corruption
That you heavily stash.
Open the louvres
And expose your truth
Of love-making and rape
That give rise to abuse.
Unhinge the panes
To release the stigma
Of indulgence and contempt
That measures success.
Yet beyond the walls
We are no less disgraced
Of predation and perversion
That pollute our minds.