As most of you know, I live in a 112 year old house. When we first moved in, I remember an uncle of mine saying, “Well, you’ll have to replace all those windows. Look at all the waves in that glass.” I remember smiling and thinking, “NEVER!” I love my wavy windows, and would never wish them away. I view them as I view my well-earned stretch marks…proof of endurance.
As I sat watching the wind blow the budding trees outside my window this afternoon, I was fascinated by the way the waves in the windows distorted the branches. The colors right now are stunning, and I wondered if I might be able to capture some of the colorful swirls in the glass.
The only post-processing done on these photos was a square crop, and a very slight saturation bump.



If only my own stretch marks were as lovely! Kinda cool, eh? 🙂













