doors, a photo essay

“She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

Where ever we have traveled, I’ve taken picture of doors. I have doors from Jamaica, India, Argentina, Ireland. So many doors. And now Nepal.

I’m not sure why doors fascinate me. Behind each one, there is something I do not yet know or understand. Mystery. Secrets. Sadness. Joy. I’m never sure. And I never knock. At least not on these doors.

For the next few Sundays I will share a different collection of photos from Nepal, without comment or context. Clouds, mountains, gates, temples, alleys. Enjoy. Imagine.

And remember, Dickens pointed out that a very little key will open a very heavy door.

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