Each time we attend a performance at Portland Stage Company, I look out across Forest Avenue to these three windows. It looks to be a cozy apartment with two residents. There's always a TV flickering across the room, a couple of standing lamps, at least two large chairs, next to a window, a side table with a stack of magazines and to the rear of the unit: just darkness. Against the center window, in one of the chairs sits a gentleman. I wonder, if he knows, that people (well, at least me) might be spying into his world. It reminds of the six-links building that I delivered papers to when I was just a sprout. I always liked peeking into residents' lives on collection day. There were always interesting aromas and warmth emanating from those rooms. We spend our days and evenings 'painting' our life stories, dabbing pigments across a sheet . Sitting in his comfortable chair, just after Thanksgiving, I wonder what's on today's canvas?
Monday, November 28, 2011
Three Windows
Each time we attend a performance at Portland Stage Company, I look out across Forest Avenue to these three windows. It looks to be a cozy apartment with two residents. There's always a TV flickering across the room, a couple of standing lamps, at least two large chairs, next to a window, a side table with a stack of magazines and to the rear of the unit: just darkness. Against the center window, in one of the chairs sits a gentleman. I wonder, if he knows, that people (well, at least me) might be spying into his world. It reminds of the six-links building that I delivered papers to when I was just a sprout. I always liked peeking into residents' lives on collection day. There were always interesting aromas and warmth emanating from those rooms. We spend our days and evenings 'painting' our life stories, dabbing pigments across a sheet . Sitting in his comfortable chair, just after Thanksgiving, I wonder what's on today's canvas?
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you are a natural born writer, birdman.
ReplyDeleteton histoire va tres bien avec ta photo, tres agreable
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post! Great image Birdman.
ReplyDeleteI cannot see inside the windows, but I *want* to, I really really *want* to.
ReplyDeleteLots to ponder here. Like you, I do like to peek inside.
ReplyDeleteThis could be a deleted scene from 'Rear Window'. What's going on in there?
ReplyDeleteinteresting voyeurism. i like the dusting of snow on the awning below.
ReplyDeleteWhoever it is that lives in that apartment Birdman, sounds like he is organised and very cosy, comfy in there!! would be nice to know more though....!!
ReplyDeleteHi There, We are home from our trip. Hope you had a great Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet those people don't care who looks at them... Otherwise, they'd have some blinds or curtains.... (And I'll bet that many folks --not just you---look at them!!!)
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Lovely post Birdman!
ReplyDelete;p
ReplyDeleteLike friends in a row.
ReplyDeleteReally nice symmetry and rhythm in this one.
ReplyDeleteAnd the canvas? I wonder how many new tones he creates. It could be a monochromatic life.