Doorways and Windows

There is something evocative, I find, about doorways and windows and shop façades…the prospect of a glimpse into another (or another’s) world. I remember when I first lived in the UK gazing in wonder at the brightly lit windows at Christmas time…trees and tinsel sparkling behind the glass, families gathered together, manikins dressed up doing Santa’s work in faux snow – it was like looking in on a story. No, it wasn’t “like” – it was looking in - on multiple stories. I remember too, walking along the street on the Ile de la Cité in Paris at night, staring up into the golden windows of old mansions that held sumptuous wealth, multiple tales, rich and varied lives… I suppose it comes back to a writer’s imagination and an inherent love of a good story well told, of the opportunities for magic and make believe, the desire for glimpses of things that lie beyond, an innate curiousity and wonderment at the worlds and peoples around me… I like to look, to imagine, to make up – you might say I’m a voyeur of life and its potential and possibilities.

And so, continuing the phoctober theme, some glimpses through doorways, of windows and façades all rich with a promise of story… The photos, once again, were taken in that little corner of France not too far from where I live… Why don’t you tell me what stories you see through the glass and the doorways…

Enter the darkened doorway to behold the treasures within, flying carpet, magical lamps...

Multiple lives painted in colour...

Through the door, beyond the twinkling lights, a witch doctor, an elf and a princess are gathered...

In a land of bubbling chocolate creatures arose amidst plumes of vanilla, strawberry, amarula...

She's waited a long time, hidden with her memories, waiting for him, for all time...

His lips are sealed but his soul speaks in volumes... Oh he has many tales to tell...

Outside is sunny, inside things whisper, rustle and wait... Take me home, they sigh, take me home...