Windblown Shutter

Another souvenir from the turbulent tempest that blasted Essex a week ago. This windblown shutter is a simple fix (aside from the fact that it is 25+ feet above the ground.)

A tall ladder and steady nerves to reopen the shutter, to swivel the antique shutter dog, to prevent the shutter from blowing closed again.

A simple fix. In words.

For now, one window in our bathroom is half-shuttered. View and natural light curtailed. But unfamiliar, even slightly intriguing from within. And picturesque from without.

One shutter open. One shutter closed. Subtle asymmetry, anthropomorphic, as if hands and forearms lifted, turning away to protect oneself from a pelting gale. A windblown shutter with a story to tell…