windows and doors – a photo essay on longing and leaving

Finding an old roll of 35mm colour film, I wandered through my house, its moodiness lingering in a silence of sorts, darkness filtered by natural and artificial light.  I read once that a house is more about its windows and doors than its walls.  Shelter intimately connected to the outside by thin panes of glass that separate and connect.  Windows as extensions to our eyes. 

 

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