I came across this image today. It was shown last year at The Photo Center's annual Longshot Exhibit. I took several images along the same theme. I stood atop a chair, hovering over the threshold of our doors that open to the outside. Air came and went. The curtains rose and fell. It looked like breath. The house, its lungs, were breathing. All spaces contain energy of some form or another. That energy needs to be captured, released and renewed. Not unlike our own.