During yet another attempt to organise my digital photographs into some sort of a library last weekend, I noticed one thing.
I had lots of photographs of doors. Yes, you read right. Doors. Wooden doors, painted doors, open doors, closed doors, doors in walls, even door exhibits in museums! All in all, I had 117 photographs of doors.
Here are some doors from my collection (obsession?)
I am trying to understand why I have so many photographs of doors when I don’t even recall clicking most of them in the first place. But one thing is certain—they are all beautiful and mysterious at the same time, particularly the doors in walls and the door leading off from the river.
Do you think I have a fetish for doors?