One door closes, ten open…
I am kind of obsessed with doors. If I had room to collect them, I would…The next best thing is to photograph them everywhere I go.
A door has a lot of meaning. It can mean the beginning of something new, an adventure…
…or the end of something. A chapter, a story, an era.
A door is the symbol or the good, the bad, the old, the new, the beginning, the end, trials and errors.
They tell a story, with their colors, their lines, their handles, or lack of.
They tell the story of who’s been there, walked through them.
They tell us where we are, where we are about to be…
They are a reminder of what has been and what is yet to come…
They all have a story, waiting to be told.
Recently, I have closed a few doors. And it hasn’t been easy. But life has a way of always working out somehow, and new, great, exciting things have happened as a result of the closing of said doors.
So wherever you are, whatever it is that you are going through, are excited to do but afraid to try, DO IT! Close that door…..because there are other beautiful ones out there, just waiting to be opened.