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Windows of Perspective
Windows are useful things. They provide protection from the elements, a portal through which to view the outside or inside, and an opportunity to narrow the gap between two disparate places.
Wherever we venture, we’re inevitably going to run into windows. We’ve created a mythology about them, immortalized them in such phrases as “eyes are the windows to the soul,” and other such dross as poets and bards are likely to embellish. From the lowliest corners of humanity’s estate to the richest castles of history, windows have always had their place. We find reference to them across the historical records of Western and Eastern civilization because they became instrinic to our social functioning.
What we place in these windows becomes a secondary part to the story. From bars to glass to various synthetics, we fill the framing of these portals to suit the need. Imagine if you were fly on a trans-Atlantic airliner with no glass in the windows? Ah, that’d result in quite the spectacle and potential bodily harm. So, we fit material to the purpose those windows were created for.
When walking through a castle or even in the streets of places like Helsbørg or København, you’re rewarded with a…
