doors

a few years ago i started noticing that all of the pictures i took from my travel wanderings had some random doors in the mix. usually with some element of oddity
or strange beauty around them. a door of an ancient church in montenegro, a gated door by a canal in venice, 2 mysterious doors in an alleyway in stockholm. i didn't take these intentionally, so obviously something about them struck me enough to photograph them. that's when i remembered that recurring themes in life usually have a universal purpose, so i started paying more attention to them. i won't insult your intelligence by giving you all of the door metaphors, but i will say that something greater than curiosity makes me want to open them all and see what purpose they serve. what's behind there? something to admire? or fear? or embrace? but there's a great wisdom in just observing their closed-ness and allowing wonder to speak.