I like this. So often when I am inside some sort of conveyance and try to take a picture and I get the surface of the window I look at the result and just delete it. Here you have transformed what I would experience as a failed photo into something beautiful. I think about how the image speaks to me of how the interface between the inside “me” and my perceptions of what is outside “me” is affected by the stuff I carry that is between those two states. Here the rain makes me think of how my own sorrows and pain become the filter I experience the rest of the world through.
It can be very cozy to watch the rain through a window. It would not be possible to enjoy life in our part of the world without having some affection for rain.
I like this. So often when I am inside some sort of conveyance and try to take a picture and I get the surface of the window I look at the result and just delete it. Here you have transformed what I would experience as a failed photo into something beautiful. I think about how the image speaks to me of how the interface between the inside “me” and my perceptions of what is outside “me” is affected by the stuff I carry that is between those two states. Here the rain makes me think of how my own sorrows and pain become the filter I experience the rest of the world through.
That’s a great comment, Ellie.
Just try focusing on the rain drops instead of what’s behind them. 🙂
Although I don’t like rain – these pictures are fantastic.
Greetings,
rabirius.
Thanks, Rabirius.
Raindrops are like jewels.
It can be very cozy to watch the rain through a window. It would not be possible to enjoy life in our part of the world without having some affection for rain.
It’s not hard to like the rain in Sydney: it doesn’t get freezing freezing cold like I think it does where you are.
Water, water, everywhere…
(each drop so fun for photos)
🙂
Yes, indeed. 🙂