Window to Storm (Olympic, WA)

Under this window in stormy weather -Jonathan Swift, Marriage Service from His Chamber Window, 1733

The Gap (Mono Lake)

The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. -Robert Frost, Mending Wall

Glimpses of Sea (Redwood)

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. -William Wordsworth, The World Is Too Much with Us, 1807

Between the Light and Me (Paris)

Between the light--and me-- And then the Windows failed--and then I could not see to see-- -Emily Dickinson, I Heard a Fly Buzz

Through Windows (Paris)

Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? -John Donne, The Sun Rising

Window Niche (Rodin Museum, Paris)

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche     How statue-like I see thee stand, -Edgar Allan Poe, To Helen, 1831

Good-morrow (Ceillac, French Alps)

Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine; -John Milton, L'Allegro, 1631

Old Stones That Cannot be Deciphered
(Ceillac, French Alps)

But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. -Thomas Stearns Eliot, Four Quartets. Easter Coker, V, 1940

Come to the Window (Mont-Dauphin, French Alps)

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! -Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach, 1867

In the Window Niche (St.-Véran, French Alps)

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche     How statue-like I see thee stand, -Edgar Allan Poe, To Helen, 1831

Calm Sail (Baja)

Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on. -W. H. Auden, Musee Des Beaux Arts

Possibilities (Washington, D.C.)

I dwell in Possibilities-- A fairer House than Prose-- More numerous of Windows-- Superior -- for Doors. -Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, No. 657, 1862

I Remember (Utah)

The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn. -Thomas Hood, I Remember, I Remember, 1827