Sometimes I encounter door entrances that stop me in my tracks. Often, they are located in a large city with important history.
Sometimes they are in a place that is difficult to get too - one reason the place remains charming and untouched.
The first red door is a church welcoming with its cheerful color.
The heavy wood door in the center is one of many beautiful residential doors in Spain. Who commissioned it? Who was the artisan? What is the story of the family that first lived behind it? I saw so many of these doors, each one of work of art.
The last is a glimpse into a garden in Massachusetts. It's not even a door really. Just a gate that compels me to open it and enter.
Some doorway entrances just don't register. They make no statement. They function. I don't think about them. The ordinary, bland doorways of many homes. There are too many other important things to be concerned about.
The austere, commercial doors to an abandoned store make me shudder and wonder at the trouble leading up to the decay and neglect.
The familiar doorways to a favorite museum or home hold no mystery. Just the promise of relaxation and happiness. It's good to have a number of these doorways in our life.
Love the words you use- some doors make you shudder, some are bland, some welcoming, some compelling. You have inspired me to take photos of doors as I travel. And as I return home!
(Fran McCrackin)
Wow, these are gorgeous photos. I am drawn to interesting doorways too, since my time in the Middle East, where doors were unique and important parts of the architecture. I love the questions you ask about that middle door in Spain. "Who commissioned it? Who was the artisan? What is the story of the family that first lived behind it?" Fascinating to imagine the answers to those questions. Thanks for sharing and making us more aware of the doors in our lives.
I love your reflection on doorways, from the ones that are large and ornate to the ordinary ones to the lost ones.