Windows Between Us
A Photograph of Isolation and Reflection.
“Every evening, I’d spot a small figure in that window. Over time, the image began to haunt me — not only as a picture of him, but as a mirror of myself.”
For several months, while working opposite this building, I noticed a child who would often appear at the window. He would hold up a toy or a card, sometimes playing quietly, sometimes just staring out. Then he would disappear again into the room.
These moments stayed with me. The child seemed framed within bricks and glass, enclosed by an artificial environment. And as I watched him, I realised I was in the same position, sitting behind my own window, spending long hours working while life passed elsewhere.
The photograph became more than just an observation. It became a mirror. The boy’s outline, small and delicate against the weight of the building, reflected my own sense of confinement. The repeating pattern of the bricks, the strict geometry of the window, the absence of nature, all spoke of how modern life boxes us in.
This image is not so much his story as it is my own reflection through him. Two people who never met, both separated by glass, both waiting for something beyond the walls.
Photography, for me, often begins with a simple encounter, but it becomes meaningful only when it connects with something deeper. In this case, the camera captured not just a child at a window, but a shared feeling, of isolation, of detachment, and of the quiet hope that life on the other side of the bricks is still moving.
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