It is not the picture in itself that is the issue.
It is the in-between-ness of where you are standing,
the in-between-ness of light and the span of time.
The gap between the personal and something general.
I look at the window as an entrance to time in a more
suggestive way, to time as it is, as something you
perceive, are thrown into and are confronted with.
As a mirror you are all of a sudden in front of.
I try to see the picture as just that intense act
of being in some direction or in a mass of time.

Or maybe I see the pictures just as two people
quarreling about something everydayish that is not
something to bother about.