Windows and doors

As a photographer, I am drawn to windows and doors. What mysteries are in these old buildings? What stories could they tell? What is hiding behind the buildings' eyes?


Here is a disused wellhouse, full of junk. Abandoned buildings carry a sadness about them. They speak of time gone by, of people who have departed, of failure, of emptiness. They die of grief, missing their inhabitants, longing for their usefulness, slowly disintegrating.


This window even has a tear falling.


The red door looks out of place in this brown environment. I did not add the red in Photoshop. How did red, the fastest color to fade, survive years of abandonment? Is the building holding onto hope even though the door to its future is closed?

I like to look out of the windows and doors as well, to see what I can frame.


Sometimes I even catch a friend!



Maybe it's just my imagination, but this picture feels ominous. I took this picture on a very windy day, so perhaps I just felt exhausted from trying to stand out in the wind.

I intended to add a few more examples, but Blogger doesn't want to cooperate. Maybe I've used my limit for this post. Guess that means you'll have to return.