My lovely friend M, at Random Distractions, has pointed out a 'women at windows' theme running through some recent posts featuring paintings, here at Musings and at our friend D's 60goingon16 .
Since I've been working from home, I've been lucky enough to be able to position my big old desk in front of a big old window in two different houses. From my last study, I looked out beyond my all-white front garden, to a vast and ancient plane tree on the village green across the road, which filled pretty much the whole frame. Its huge hand-shaped leaves were constantly alive to the changing light and seasons and it is a major regret that I didn't ever carry out my planned 365-photo portrait of that noble creature. I took a great many, but not one for every day of the year.
Here in my muddy island home, my view is less inspiring - I simply face the houses across the road. But the portion of sky I can see hangs directly over the beach and moorings which feature most often here in my TBTM/A/E photos, and the timing of my walks is often prompted by that sky: I can see storms coming, I can see the first strip of bright light which heralds the end of a downpour, and I can tell whether there's going to be a spectacular sunset.
Sadly, I can't see any boats from my window. That's something I'll have to dream about for the time being. To pull back the curtains of a morning and see the sea - . . . heavenly.
In the meantime, to help with the dreaming, here's my absolute favourite window painting of all (with boats and flowers - what more could one ask?):
Open Window, Collioure by Matisse
(1905, National Gallery of Art, Washington)
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