A tale of Doors

Doors leading into a house.
The first two are close, showing an unwelcoming attitude.
But the third door is opened a if to welcome its guests into its heart.

The open doors of a Goldsmith's shop.
He was inside when I took the picture,
reading the newspaper in his leisure.



The closed doors of a house.
The owner certainly had not woken up yet in the weekend.
I found out that this house was made around half a century ago.
The design of the door seemed very attractive to me.



The half-open gates only helps us understand
that the library it leads to was to remain
idle on this beautiful winter weekend morning.

























I don't know why, but this particular door gave me a dejavu.
It was as if I had lived in this house, used this doors many
many times before, but could barely recall that.
The design of the door is not too fashionable compared
to its neighbours', but I still liked it. The door had lost
its colors, the walls on either side had been
hampered with and revealed their bricks.
I could not help but take a color photograph of this particular
place, as I wanted to preserve every single detail of this
structure, which keeps on calling me back to it,
although I have no connection to it.