[Nikon D300, Nikon 16-85mm@18mm, ISO 2000, f/3.8, 1/100]
The first attraction lies in the variety of stories that can be attached to a scene such as this. Who lived here? Worked here? Who stepped out of this door carrying with them the hopes of a new day, a promise of a brighter future? Or who stepped out and felt immediately weighed down with the gloom of another day without hope? A day of carrying the constant burden of unrealized dreams.
Perhaps this was a door to an entrepreneur's dream? A shop to lift oneself out of one's lot and into a better future that spoke a promise of better times for the sons and daughters that were loved so much and for whom the sacrifice of hard work was lessened by the very nature of the love one had for them.
Perhaps a young man carried his dreams of fortune with him as he confidently walked through this door to another day of honest work, with it's promise of advancement up the ranks - perhaps to one day owning his own business.
Perhaps this was the door through which a lonely person greatfully entered to the comfort of no more rejecting glances, at least for this day.
Refuge or relief? Which one accompanied the opening of the door?
There might be a notion that somehow this door speaks of the past... but to me, it speaks instead of what might have been.
Rust, worn bricks, crumbling foundation...once again, don't be shy. Let me know what YOU see. Comments always welcome!
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