the thing about traveling is the things you see
things you don't see in your own backyard
things that open your mind to new ideas, to new ways of thinking
the same old, same old, usual way of things goes out the proverbial window and you find yourself stopping in wonderment sometimes
yes, wonderment
wonderment is when you see something that makes you, well, wonder
i wonder about doorways...
the one above at st. edward's church in stow-on-the-wold made me wonder
when those two trees were planted, did anyone know how what a magical scene they were creating?
as i stood there, i waited, wishing for the door to slowly start moving, opening, to let me in
this is a door that inspired tolkein...
yes, he was there, and yes, it did influence him
this little doorway into the tree was stumbled upon whilst on our moor-walk in haworth
{yes, stumbled - I darn near fell off the path into the brambles as I tried to situate myself for the best possible angle}
there's a story in this little tree - i just haven't quite thought it all out yet
an ancient archway in carlisle
the most peaceful churchyard ever - if i lived in that part of yorkshire i would park myself on a bench there for at least one afternoon every week
the door at one of the passageways, leading from the churchyard into the city of carlisle
a row of little doors in stirling, along the road to the castle
i'm not that tall but I would have had to duck to save my scalp on these doorways
an original door to the city of york, the same hinges holding it in place as the day it was first hung
love the small door-within-a-door on the left - to see who was calling after the gates were shut...
salisbury cathedral's grand entrance
the door to the oldest inn in england
stow-on-the-wold
high in the swiss alps, on my very first trip to europe, i fell in love with the doors after seeing this in the forest
someone had taken a number of old doors and windows and by carefully placing them with existing trees, created the most amazing little tree houses
they were enchanting
and finally, this little doorway, found on isola bella on lake maggiore, switzerland
shorter than me, it was the first european door i ever photographed
i have hoped since then it will not be the last...
i suppose it's the nature of a curious individual, to wonder what's on the other side
or rather, do you think it's the nature of a door to provoke it?
