There are no curtains on a certain set of windows on a certain northeast-facing house, located just northwest of Cuttyhunk Town.
Here are those windows seen from the outside, from a path that leads to the house.
This set of windows is on a porch, a fine, simple, classic New England summer porch.
How classic? Inside, the ceiling is not white, but is pale blue, as a porch ceiling is supposed to be.
The floor is spatter-painted, a technique found in many old New England homes.
The porch is full of history, full with decades of family memories.
Those memories include the year that the porch roof blew off in a hurricane. Blew off in one piece, I was told, and dropped into a patch of bayberry bushes. Cuttyhunkers are practical people, the roof was hauled back where it belonged, and nailed back in place. (Please see Rebecca Lovell Scott’s comments below, for more details.)
In one piece.
The view framed by these twenty windows extends from Vineyard Sound to the southeast, and to Buzzards Bay to the northwest .
The first reflex of a camera or device-toting human, after the initial “Wow!”, is to take a picture.
There’s a lot to be seen from these windows.
Looking more closely…
Sash frames ajar turn a single opening into multiple images.
Near focus creates abstracts.
Looking down to slope, rail, and path.
All turns gray in catfoot morning fog.
Imagine the light that pours in here on a clear and sunny dawn!
There’s a postscript.
RLS has sent the light of the clear and sunny dawn.