The window frames a readymade tableau. The everyday objects, the dusty stillness are redolent of someone else’s life. I would never be invited to enter this intimate space, yet here is a peek. An anonymous portrait shot in the nude.
17/365: still life in the snow
P.S. I feel a series coming on. See Day 4.
avant garden 365 
Well, I figure it’s OK as long as no one is home…and I don’t always stare at the SAME house! 🙂
There’s a little stalker in all of us 🙂