Voyeuristic Me

February 25, 2012

 I love peeping into windows in Sicily, a tendency some might call nosy, prying, voyeuristic.

Window in Scicli, Sicily, copyright Jann HuizengaIf eyes are the windows to the soul, then windows are the eyes to the soul of a home.

Window with Pillows Hanging Outside in Southeast Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

Bay windows, picture windows, French windows, jalousie windows. They all set me to dreaming.

Pink Curtain in Sicilian Door and Orange Flame Wall in Southeast Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

Of other lives. Secret lives.

Lace with Cherubs in Window in Southeast Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

I wonder: What sort of people are behind that window? What are they craving, creating, suffering?

Orange Window on Yellow Wall in Southeast Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

I’d like to try on their story, if only for a little while.


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18 comments to Voyeuristic Me

  • Jann, and it’s even more tempting to want to peak when you’ve enticed up with lovely windows like the ones in these captures! You’ve truly outdone yourself in this post! I love the color, the lace, the statues! So rustic and picturesque! 🙂

  • Oh, you had me at “peeping into windows” but when I beheld the windows you were peeping at I was more than smitten! These photos are simply sumptuous!

  • Dennis Berry

    I stop by often and always enjoy baroquesicily. The aromas can feed you brought to mind the following:
    In un piccolo paese dell’Umbria vive un uomo molto povero che difficilment riesce a mangiare tutti i giorni e spesso deve saltare il pranzo o la cena.
    Una sera d’inverno, mentre passa per una via, e richiamato dal fumo che esce dalla finestra dell cucina di uno forno. Ha con se un pezzo di pane. lo tiene a lungo sopra quell fumo; lo gira e lo rigira, e se mangia. Proprio quella sera il padrone del forno non ha fatto buoni affar. Per questo si rivolge poveretto che sta fuori e gli dice.
    Paga mi quello che hai preso.
    Lo, della tuo forno, non ho preso altro che fumo-risponde quello. La cose finisce davanti al guidice. Finalmente, dopo aver molto discusso, la decisione e questa. Poiche il povero ha goduto il fumo, ma non ha toccata nulla, prenda un soldo e lo batta sul banco. Il suono paghera il conto del fumo.
    Libra riduzione dal Novellino (sec. XIII)

    • Jann

      Dennis, what a great tale! For readers who don’t know Italian: It’s about a poor man in Umbria who inhaled the aromas coming from a bakery kitchen, and swallowed these aromas for “dinner.” The shop owner tried to make the poor guy pay for what he had “eaten.” A judge saved the day by banging a coin against his bench and telling the shop owner that this sound was adequate payment for the aromas that had been inhaled. 🙂

  • “If eyes are the windows to the soul, then windows are the eyes to the soul of a home.” The opening line to your photo book! Love it. I, too, always wonder about the lives of others. When they drive by, I wonder where they’re going. Pleasure? Work? Heartbreak? Adventure? Love the photos and inspiration for thought.

    • Jann

      Thanks for stopping by, Rosann. Thanks for the idea re photo book! Am working on a Blurb book of photos, but who knows what year I’ll finish?

  • I think you are just being Italian, you know how important it is here to observe what other people are doing! Your photos are always great, thanks, and I am giving your site address to my 90-year old father who gets a huge kick out of our blogs about living here.

  • With each of your posts I get more excited about my upcoming visit to Sicily. Thanks for the inspiration(s). 21 days to go…

  • —Stunning images of **the eyes to the soul of a home.**

    Yes. I wonder who lives behind the glass? Are they suffering like me? Are they making love? Are they cooking up a gigantic feast? Is it somebody sitting alone & lonely?

    Jann, your site is one of my most treasured places to visit.

    Thank you. Xxxxxx Kisses

  • Sam

    I am usually most intrigued by the cooking odors wafting from windows like these.

  • Gorgeous images Jann, as always! I do the same thing. Truly. I think windows in Italy invite peering somehow. Maybe it’s the way they’re dressed- shutters, lace curtains, flower boxes. They suggest so much about what might be going on inside….

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