He rushed at them, raced through the open wooden blinds and glass and found himself outside.

I watched him through the open blinds as he wound his way through the maze of workstations.

Then, he leaned to the right and peeked through the open blinds.

Keeping low, he scrambled toward the window and peered out through the partially open blinds.

And then, as when one tugs open Venetian blinds, the sun came back all at once.

She moved to the window and gazed the open blinds.

When Maria opened her eyes, a few rays of sun were coming in through the open blinds.

A TV set in the front room threw dancing bluish light on the walls, seen through the open blinds.

Through the open blinds of the living room window, I observed a vaguely familiar red car driving by very slowly.

Sunlight burst directly into her line of vision from the open blinds, too bright, too cheery.