La Rochelle.
I can understand people’s obsession with doors we see in all those blog posts collecting the wonder of how people enclose themselves in cities and towns and even small villages. I always fall for the weathered, a proper-doorknob-and-doorbell-missing ones, old and hardly magnificent. Their stories touch me through those small cracks where the Atlantic wind whistles its way in, the shades and the lines written on them by the winter rain and harsh sun. Then, someone even dares to draw their own!
And there was that one on a tower in the middle of a village in Atacama, low and narrow in between the wall’s scars, like a niche entrance into a secret you might never get if you try too much, yet I hope I did. I sensed a treasure, but … ah nevermind.
For WPC.
Doors – and the secrets behind them – are always fascinating. I admire your photos and the charm they evoke. Just lovely!
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Thank you! đ
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These definitely stir the imagination to wonder what the stories behind them are!
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I had to do a second look, I didn’t see the door that that picture at first. What a work of art!
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