Doors are symbolic of both travelling away, and coming home. They are suggestive of transitions; of returns; of possible new worlds, and of dependable old loves waiting for you. And sometimes, they are also particularly beautiful. I seem to be forever taking photos of doors.
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- Ljubljana, Slovenia
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- Procida, Italy
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- Essaouira, Morocco
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- Aleppo, Syria
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- Kathmandu, Nepal
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- Verona, Italy
I love this set of images because all the doors are completely different and firmly entrenched in their own culture, and yet somehow are complimentary. Notice the salt-water-shaken Procida wooden door; the Nepali Buddhist/ Hindu symbols of trees and life on the Kathmandu door; the image of the President over the Syrian door. But these images all go together. And this makes me happy.
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