Windows have always fascinated me. They let me feel the sun but not the burn. They let me extend my arm to feel the rain but not get drenched. They let in the fresh air but not the storm. They let me be alone with the moon.
I can keep them open, I can shut them on cold nights, I can draw curtains to take a nap. They allow me to take in the world outside, just as much as I would like. I can place planters on the sills and wake up to beautiful flowers. I can twirl fairy lights around them and make the whole house look festive.
They protect me; they give me a sense of control, even when nothing else agrees with me. Windows are almost the synonym of possibilities for me.
Perhaps, that is the reason why I am always on a look out for windows during my photo tours. Windows that make me wonder about the people of that house, windows with character, windows that have their own stories to tell. After all, they have seen the worlds grow, inside and outside.
Here, I share two of my favourite windows: first one is from Charleston South Carolina and the second, from Schladming Austria. Separated by miles of sea and land, so different but so similar.