Windows, Doors, Thresholds

April 15, 2018 § 4 Comments

Windows, doors, thresholds

Click on the link above (just below the photograph) to view a slideshow of photographs of windows, doors, and thresholds that I have taken on Mount Desert Island and across northern New England over the past year and a half.

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked…
~ Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

I want to be Mrs. Ramsay’s child, sitting on the floor at her feet, cutting out pictures from a catalogue, believing for a moment that life will unfold exactly as I imagine it might. Ah, such joy, such intense joy, to live fully in the present – and, should we think beyond today, to trust that it will be fine tomorrow.

This is what I strive for, even if I am rather like Mrs. Ramsay, recognizing that the moment before me is vanishing even as I look. But still – still – I stop each day to wonder at the beauty before me. I am drawn to marshes and mountains, windows and doors. I stand at the threshold of what was and what will be.

For now, I stand still, right here.

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