Looking out with weathered views I find there is much seen from places away from where I stand The other window, past the trees where the wind blows from the north is something else if I close my eyes and listen closely – I shiver and know. I am blind though to the color of the eastern view from my western space Looking out with simple delight– only with framed views I fear. Photography via Julieallyn wordpress.com Share this:TumblrMoreTwitterRedditPinterestLike this:Like Loading...