I seem to have taken a lot of photos over time that contrast Inside and Outside. They bear a resemblance to one another, but somehow to me there’s a very different feel to each of them. I’m not sure why exactly — whether it’s the light in each pair, or the relationship between inside and outside (if there is one). Or something else entirely.
To lead off, then, first of three, and the most intimate of the photos, taken in a B&B in Maine: