Window. Curtain. Orange brick. Green trim.
Behind every window lives many stories.
Curtains shield the details from us.
Yet–perhaps–we can imagine a child peering down from this century-old apartment. Perhaps a woman wipes her brow and pauses between chores. A man smokes his cigarette.
Stories.
They live everywhere, some of them longing for you to sit with them today, to hear the movements of life blowing against the brick, urging you to open the window and let the stories be fully shared, and heard, before they scatter to the wind.
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,” said the Wizard of Oz.
Luckily, Dorothy did.
Lake Superior Spirit 
Kathy,
Great photograph and conveys just the thoughtful ideas your bring forth in your blog here. What is the story behind the curtain, the door, that house, down that path… Hmm???
Sounds like a writing assignment ! Maybe a challenge?
Looks like an apt above a store in Houghton. I always like imagining the lives of people in the homes I passed as I jogged in the night. Could write some good stories!
THIS post, Yes THIS one, rocks my world. I love it!
Yes….. Many stories to be tolfd, sharedl, and some either forgotten, or purposely not told.
Thanks so much for this rich thought provolking message…..
I bet you have a wonderful story dreamed up about what goes on behind that window.
How inspiring! I immediately formed in my mind the vision of an elderly woman, sitting alone in the room, waiting for a visitor.
Great writing prompt – even just an assignment for one’s imagination if you don’t get into the actual writing. I’ve always been attracted to old empty farmhouses and barns – also very old trees who, no doubt, have witnessed so much! If walls, and trees, could talk! Wow.
Hugs,
Susan
Love the picture Kathy! Like Susan, I’ve always loved old buildings, old farmhouses and barns, and especially old trees. I find myself dreamily wandering into their world. Wondering about the stories of times before here and now. I love wandering around little, old towns and villages, especially the “out of the way” places and letting my imagination take over. Thank you for the little excursion today. 🙂
Nice photo Kathy. Love the words that followed in your post.
Nice one, a mysterious window. If I stare at the window in the picture, it tells me many stories. Perhaps, you never know.
Kathy, I read through a few of your recent blogs just now, cause I am behind. I was present to a sweet moving feeling: I am PROUD I know you. (and we shall meet in person before too long). PROUD of my devoted writer/blogging friend.
It doesn’t have to make sense. Here’s to YOU!
DC
What a wonderful little detail. Great eye!
Wonderful photo!
I was just asking myself right now about whether I would want to spend more time with that photo. Then it occurred to me that as your photos get better, many of your images have a whole lot to say–and significant stuff, too. This one says things to me about the way we build spaces to inhabit, how we inhabit them for generations and permeate them with the habits (!) of each generation. The triangle on top of the window is so cool, it adds so much to what we think this space is. It is an optimistic touch. This place can be special. Without it, the window could almost be desperate (old!, run-down!) But, gosh, it’s just a triangle with embellishments on it. Is that a kind of magic?
Each of us has one story – but many interpretations.
Yes! That is why that wonderful movie can just be worked and worked and worked. Really a treasure trove of metaphor to work with. The photograph idea here is just one way to think about that phrase – and one I’ve never thought of before.
Yes, each of us has a story. The story you see when we are in public and the story you see when we are behind the window may not be the same. It’s always good to let the imagination run free.
I am glad you all enjoyed the stories hiding behind this window, dear readers. I am glad you all have active imaginations. I am glad that there are 1,000,000,000 interpretations. I am also glad that you stopped by and added your own stories to the ones the building has sheltered these long years.
Yes, perhaps we can imagine! I love how you do this Kathy, catch people’s imaginations and invite them to soar with you.
Loving catching imaginations and soaring along with everybody!!! **smiling widely**