The view from my windows always lifts me, in spite of the fact that I can't see anything of my garden and plants from inside the house. Even when I lived in an upstairs flat in London, the view was fascinating and ever-changing. Amazing rooftops but, more importantly to a fledgling gardener, I revelled in a magnificent specimen of the Wichurana rambler 'Alberic Barbier'. He made a small shed look like a palace in his short season.
It was snowing when I took this (colour) photo. You can just about see the snowflakes. At the moment I am greeted with a forest transformed by the beauty of frost when I draw the curtains each morning. I watch it from the early morning fog through to the afternoon sunshine.
What inspires you when you look from the 'inside out'? I would love to see your photographs and enjoy your view.