I can’t play bridge. I don’t play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn’t seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.
I saw this quote a while back and instantly realized that Alice Munro was talking about me. I think I’ve spent a good part of my life staring out windows. What was on the outside always seemed more interesting than what was on the inside. How could it not be? My teachers in school, of course, never saw it quite the same way.
To accompany this quote, I’ve been looking for a window to photograph with someone peering out – a man, a woman, or maybe a kid. A person who looks like they might be daydreaming or wishing that they were somewhere else. So far, no luck. So far, the best I’ve gotten (image-wise) is a damn cat sitting in a window. And I really don’t like cats. All they ever dream about when they look out the window is catching and killing birds. Sneaky critters, cats.
So these images – taken in Charleston, SC – will have to suffice. For now. It’s probably one of the few places around, by the way, where you can spend days walking up and down the old streets looking at windows and doors that are hundreds of years old. As many times as we’ve been there, though, I’ve never seen anybody sitting in a window. Daydreaming or otherwise. All I’ve seen is some unimaginative decorations.
I wonder if there were people in these windows 200 or 300 years ago? Were there more “daydreamers” then? I think maybe so. No one, after all, had a cellphone.