Yes, that’s the point. I remember seeing a photo with rows of windows. The building must have been a jail. White handkerchieves are attached to the metal bars.
Not sure I really ever saw this photo. Or made it up.
But I am sure that, when I took this photo, I thought of the remembered/imagined one.
Very moving image.
A cryptic one. Every viewer gets a different story. I hope.
A girl lying on a porch with her hair hanging over the edge. Lovely.
But clouds are arriving and the sun will be gone soon.
After a closer look, seems as if the woman painted on the wall, looks out of the window, which now starts countless thoughts …bit like a puzzle.
I am always thinking “Rapunzel” when I look at the photo.
I’m going to dig myself out of this jail and use the table cloth to climb down the wall. I just need to get out of here.
Yes, that’s the point. I remember seeing a photo with rows of windows. The building must have been a jail. White handkerchieves are attached to the metal bars.
Not sure I really ever saw this photo. Or made it up.
But I am sure that, when I took this photo, I thought of the remembered/imagined one.
At least I won’t have too much trouble digging through that wall. BTW, love this photo. It tells all kinds of stories.
Thank you!