I have a strange entry for Dawn’s Lingering look at Windows this week. Maybe a little mournful, and not playing strictly by the rules. But I do think that these windows are rather beautiful, and hope that you will too.
In England we have nothing like this, and I am always drawn by this expression of love. On a Sunday afternoon, in a sleepy Algarve village, family members come and go, bringing fresh flowers and relighting candles. I watch quietly and respectfully, and then try to capture the serenity. Even in such a tiny village, newer members have their problems.
Windows come in all shapes and sizes, don’t they? For a very different view, visit Dawn- A Lingering look at windows- week # 5