Detail of a Wooden Door
I came across this door to a restaurant on my travels. I was drawn to the age and wear that that seemed to emanate from it and had an overwhelming urge to just touch it. I wondered about the stories that it could tell: about the people that passed by it throughout the day and the ones lucky enough to walk through its entrance to eat at the expensively-laid tables within.
I took the photo because some part of me wanted to write a piece linked to the feelings that the door generated. And though this hasn’t been accomplished as yet, something about its construction still draws me whenever I look at the image.
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It makes me want to walk through it, to another time.
It does suggest that doesn’t it? I can imagine slowly pushing open the heavy door and being met by a path that draws me forward to discover what else is there. Rather like a ‘secret garden’ moment.