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Granted, this is a lovely window, but no one can deny that the red swimsuit dominates.
Here is my contribution to the Monday Windows Challenge.
Click on photos to enlarge.
Granted, this is a lovely window, but no one can deny that the red swimsuit dominates.
Here is my contribution to the Monday Windows Challenge.
The kittens were tiny when they figured out how jump up on the outside ledge, to remove one glass slat and then the screen to break into my bathroom window. I have somehow lost the video, but here are some stills I took. Enterprising. The four of them worked together to get the job done. (Click on first photo to enlarge all.)
https://photographyocd.com/2017/03/23/contentment-and-catnaps/
https://ceenphotography.com/2019/04/11/cat-in-the-window-challenge-for-april/
https://mwsrwritings.com/2019/04/11/cat-in-the-window-challenge-accepted/
https://bushboy.blog/2019/04/12/cat-in-the-window/
https://marlaonthemove.com/2019/04/11/cat-in-the-window/
https://citysonnet.wordpress.com/2019/04/12/cat-8/#jp-carousel-19037
Always Behind Windows
Not only on a Monday, but every day this week,
we’ve been locked behind windows, through which we have to peek
to see what’s going on inside, where all the good things are.
Other times, we’ve been inside, but now we’re kept afar.
Our noses sticking through the bars, our breath fogging the glass,
as intriguing as we find it, we hope these times soon pass.
When all this tiling madness is done and gone away,
we’ll have more freedom to run free each and every day.
No more behind windows, no more behind bars.
We’ll wander boundless in our world, where we will be the stars.
But for a few more days now, we’re sticking here like glue,
so we can tell these workmen exactly what to do!
https://mondaywindow.wordpress.com/2016/11/27/monday-november-28-2016/
(Click on first photo and arrows to view enlarged gallery.)
Looking Out, Looking In
Folks look in my window every hour every day
when they view my photographs or what I have to say.
It isn’t that I have a need to publicize or flout.
They are just a way to let a part of myself out.
When I’m outside the room of me, looking here and there,
it’s like I am a voyeur. I pry and prod and stare.
The window might steam over, obscuring what I see.
Then I wipe it clear again to see what I might be.
I really just write what I see as I’m peering in.
Each failure and each triumph, each kindness and each sin.
Each interior arrangement has some ugliness, some beauties.
I hold inside life’s pleasures, her sadness and her duties.
Each poem that I’ve written—be it whisper, be it shout––
is a way for me to let a part of myself out.
And if you choose to view them and see where I have been,
You’re standing at my window with permission to look in.