Doors

I

love old doors, withered, patched-up, painted, restored to their old glory or just left to age and decay; and you never know what’s on the other side until you open one up.

Doors

Ancient turquoise
Untouched
Beaten by the weather
Four bells
From the seashore
Iron artwork
We reds don't like postmen
Ripped green
Stepping out
It's not so heavy
Intriguing
I could swer I had the key in my pocket
One door away from Heaven
Weathered green
Look into my eyes...
Beautiful abandon
Dissolving fence
The slider
Passthru
Between door and wall
The castle is safe
The old plantation
Old love
Using all the space
Disheveled
...and still standing
Never mind the peephole...
Small door, huge wall
Elegant repairs
The egyptian guardian
Elegant handrails

 

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