Rob, I see... I think?... very mysterious. A shaft of light makes an appearance and points to a window we cannot see through. I better go sleep on this.
JR
I agree with you, John, better to lie down!
The explanation is terribly mundane: I just saw it and liked it, which is pretty much all I think photography ever is, unless you're trying to sell something. It's what I'm always trying to say to people: it's in one's head/eye or it isn't, and if it is, all you can do about it is photograph it, for better or for worse; and even then, with or without one, it exits whilst it exists... hence my
Glimpsed Parallels gallery. I have a couple of recent shots where I can't even find again the polished steel plate on a wall where I shot the reflections. I am sure I know where I made them, but the plate - vanished! And I live between two tiny towns. God knows whether Leiter could ever have found some of his windows again, let alone redo the magic he noticed within them!
One of the reasons I'd love to be able to move back to a city to end my days is because of the variety of stuff around, especially for somebody like me who has been away from big conurbations almost for ever, it feels, but at least for about half a lifetime. So much 'new' old stuff to rediscover... perhaps.
;-)
Rob