A very simple green window with a frighteningly bad paint job has a basic lace curtain kissing it. Found on an old home in Colorado. Now, someone razor that paint job!
There’s a story behind the sloppily painted window that plays out in one’s imagination. Perhaps, young children insisted on painting–Grandpa & Grandpa gave in, knowing it would end up a mess?
A possibility for sure. Perhaps an older gent whose eyesight and patience were no longer what they used to be, but pride of ownership and the love for his aging wife compelled him to paint, one last time.
If you razored the paint job Mike I think the window would lose something – not just paint either. It tells something about the owner of the window. I actually rather like it. And I love your description of how the net curtain ‘kisses’ the window. Methinks you’re just an old romantic.
What? You mean the paint isn’t supposed to cover the glass like that?
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Have a great weekend, Mike! I am about to check out of the office for the day. Yee Haw!!!
I love the thought of a long train ride in the rain.
Oh wait, you commented on my window. I think it is an exceedingly simple photo, which appealed to me.
Thanks for taking the time, you.
π You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you that your replies to comments are always as fun and thoughtful as your posts. You’re such a great blogger–top flight all around. I meant to say earlier that one of the reasons that this window makes me smile is that the paint job here is about what I would have accomplished. π The difference is my partner Melinda would have been out there with the razor blade lickety-split. Actually, I never would have been the one doing the painting in the first place, which makes me smile even more. π
I’m in Melinda’s camp. While I appreciate a quick job, it has to be cleaned up some to look half way decent.
Nice of you to compliment my blogging skills. Truth be told I often wonder how long I can keep it up. Kind of like an addiction which is a lot of fun but also a bit of a ball and chain. Thanks, eh.
Great shot, great post.
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Thank you Victor.
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Pa was a terrible painter. Ma knew how to cover up for him. Good Morning Mike.
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‘Ello Sue.
I reckon so.
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Looks like some of my work (blush). Makes a good picture, anyhow π
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That is how my mother used to put butter on bread. In clumps.
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But makes for a perfect image!
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Danke.
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There’s a story behind the sloppily painted window that plays out in one’s imagination. Perhaps, young children insisted on painting–Grandpa & Grandpa gave in, knowing it would end up a mess?
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A possibility for sure. Perhaps an older gent whose eyesight and patience were no longer what they used to be, but pride of ownership and the love for his aging wife compelled him to paint, one last time.
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What a beautiful window, Mike. My files are low on windows so I think it is time for a window safari. On dirt roads, of course.
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Gotcha Pat. Happy hunting and thanks so much for this comment.
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Why oh why are we drawn to a beautiful mess? Don’t know. But always are! Great shot.
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A great question and a very generous and well received comment.
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Sometime the simplest objects even in a poor state make the most beautiful photo
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Agreed and thanks Nelson.
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Simplistic beauty!
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Right you are, about the simplistic part. Thanks Robyn.
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Nice textures, Mike…
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Thanks Susan. Have yourself a smashing weekend.
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Thank you! You have a great weekend too π
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That’s what happens when you buy used masking tape!
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Or go blind.
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Haha!
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If you razored the paint job Mike I think the window would lose something – not just paint either. It tells something about the owner of the window. I actually rather like it. And I love your description of how the net curtain ‘kisses’ the window. Methinks you’re just an old romantic.
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Me thinks you might be on to something, both in your feeling about the window, and this old fool as well.
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The pretty lace curtain makes me wonder if the house is as neat on the inside as it is sloppy on the outside!
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Good question. It may well be that the only people living in it are ghosts.
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What? You mean the paint isn’t supposed to cover the glass like that?
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Have a great weekend, Mike! I am about to check out of the office for the day. Yee Haw!!!
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You have a great weekend as well my sweet and professional friend.
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Lovely green window! Love it!
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Hi Marylou, thanks and good weekend to you.
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How odd: you, George, and I all posted a window. π This one, with its pitiful paint job, makes me smile. Nice shot, Mike.
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I love the thought of a long train ride in the rain.
Oh wait, you commented on my window. I think it is an exceedingly simple photo, which appealed to me.
Thanks for taking the time, you.
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π You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you that your replies to comments are always as fun and thoughtful as your posts. You’re such a great blogger–top flight all around. I meant to say earlier that one of the reasons that this window makes me smile is that the paint job here is about what I would have accomplished. π The difference is my partner Melinda would have been out there with the razor blade lickety-split. Actually, I never would have been the one doing the painting in the first place, which makes me smile even more. π
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I’m in Melinda’s camp. While I appreciate a quick job, it has to be cleaned up some to look half way decent.
Nice of you to compliment my blogging skills. Truth be told I often wonder how long I can keep it up. Kind of like an addiction which is a lot of fun but also a bit of a ball and chain. Thanks, eh.
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Love the lace but you said it: frighteningly bad paint work. I’m gonna show my wife how others paint so she can better admire my straight lines!
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That is a great plan Andy. I am very happy to have some influence in your marriage π
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Reblogged this on What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?.
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