“Never ridicule windows. It is out of windows that many fall to their death. By windows love often enters. Through a window went the bolt that killed King Richard. … When a mob would rule England, it breaks windows, and when a patriot would save her, he taxes them. Out of windows we walk on to lawns in summer and meet men and women, and in winter windows are drums for the splendid music of storms … The windows of the great cathedrals are all their meaning. But for windows we should have to go out-of-doors to see daylight. After the sun, which they serve, I know of nothing so beneficent as windows.” — by Hilaire Belloc in The Path to Rome (1902)
These scenes are from Boston’s Back Bay along historic Commonwealth Avenue. I must say, I am quite thankful spring has finally arrived. 😉
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