Windows
Anyone like me, who spends most of their day looking at the sky cannot help but notice the windows. I love these windows, which reflect the sunlight, which light up at night, because behind each one there is a story, a beating heart. So windows are a favourite theme of mine. Windows are the eyes of humanity: outside and inside.
Batsceba Hardy
Well folks, the votes are in and counted!
When we asked you to submit your images for this latest challenge we knew we would get a good response. The offerings were tremendously varied and the results reflect this. No surprise when you think that the votes are cast by a Gang of photographers from all walks of life, from all around the world and with differing tastes and passions for style and genre. Let’s not forget though, that the main stipulation was that the windows themselves be the protagonists and this was clearly understood when you look at the final selections.
We have dark, moody and mysterious, light and bright. Public, private and even intimate. We offer windows as Still Life relics or bold statements in Scape images. We see windows from within and without. Some are artistic, even surreal but many, as you would expect, tell stories. Stories that speak of children and their worlds, anxious onlookers of a rescue mission at time of the flood, classic and cinematic bank tellers from way back when. They speak too of birds honing in on the human world, the hustle and bustle of daily life or a waiting. More than anything, as a collection, they speak of moments, such as the sweet old lady looking out upon visitors or apartment dwellers interacting in unconventional style, defining windows as the connection between the inside and out.
A beautiful collection.
Keef Charles
Thank you again for such a great response!
The judges of this challenge were: Anat Shushan, Batsceba Hardy, Bogo Pečnikar, Delfm Correlo, Edita Sabalionyte, Frans Kemper, Irina Escoffery, Jim Payne, John Gellings, Keef Charles, Nadia Eeckhout, Niklas Lindskog, Pablo Abreu, Theodoros Topalis, Tuna Angel.
winner
Batsceba Hardy
runners-up
Bruno Lavi
third places
fourth places
And
They called me to the Window, for
" 'Twas Sunset"—Some one said—
I only saw a Sapphire Farm—
And just a Single Herd—
Of Opal Cattle—feeding far
Upon so vain a Hill—
As even while I looked—dissolved—
Nor Cattle were—nor Soil—
But in their stead—a Sea—displayed—
And Ships—of such a size
As Crew of Mountains—could afford—
And Decks—to seat the skies—
This—too—the Showman rubbed away—
And when I looked again—
Nor Farm—nor Opal Herd—was there—
Nor Mediterranean—
Emily Dickinson
