I love reading, and one of my favourite authors is Diana Wynne Jones. She writes fantasy fiction, and on a recent re-read of Deep Secret, the following passage made me reflect…
Now I had been fascinated by the glass in the windows. I remember it from when I was small. It waves and it wobbles. When you look out at the front – particularly in the evenings – you get a sort of cliff of trees and buildings out there, with warm lighted squares of windows, which all sort of slide about and ripple as if they are just going to transform into something else. ……With everything rippling and stretching, you almost think you’re seeing your way through to a potent strange place behind the city.
In our house we have two sets of front doors with a porch in between, and the inner set have gorgeous Victorian stained glass windows. Well, I’m not sure if it is the original Victorian glass or if that got blown out during the war, but the other day I hit on the idea of taking photos through them.
And it worked! But judge for yourself…
I particularly like this one – you can still make out the vague shapes but it is blurry enough to look like something else entirely.
This one just looks like a little picture within the one frame
And how about this through the red?