River Market, Kansas City.  

A window, veiled in sun bleached fabric.  The image invites me to consider the way we all shroud what is within with our own garments, torn, faced, stained, and wrinkled.  What lies behind?  That which we seek to protect, which we seek to guard, that we will not show, or reveal.  Shrouded windows make me wonder, what lies behind?  What lies within?  What care needs given or what beauty awaits?  How much I shroud my own innerworkings, with my humor, my sarcasm, my silence.  Do others ever wonder, what lies behind the shroud or are we content, to just see that which is on the surface, never to ask what is beneath?