I know what you’re thinking…’she just told us she had a thing for trees too… hmm…what’s up with her?
Well, I just know what I like. And the more forlorn the door (or any opening really, for that matter) – the better. Doors like this seem to evoke such a sense of the human condition (to me) and almost cry out for attention, don’t you think?
I remember several years ago driving past a sweet, old homestead in a beautiful field of wildflowers on my way to and from work each day. It was especially beautiful that Spring because of the wildflowers. Every day I passed it I would say, “I’ve got to bring my camera and take a picture of this!” (This was before I really ‘became’ a photographer. It hadn’t dawned on me yet to always have my camera with me for things like this.)
This place had been there as long as I remembered and I’d never thought to photograph it until then.
And then one day – when I drove past – it was no longer there. No sign that it had every existed. Completely gone. Just like that.
And I felt really sad about that.