I have always been captivated by doors
Silent sentinels of our comings and goings
Mere wood and metal, yet brimming with tales untold
There is something mysterious about closed doors that triggers my imagination
Whispering of secrets veiled, of stories waiting to unfold

Doors are an expression of cultural heritage
Yet, the design of an architectural style
They can be both a barrier and a gateway
A contradiction indeed
A transition between two worlds or the hindrance
Concrete and abstract dualities
Doors stand
Embodying the threshold between what is and what could be

Doors are symbolic portals connecting to the past and the present
A window into a world different than the one I’m in
Offering glimpses into lives and epochs not my own
Holding special significance

Whether traditional wooden doors of old houses or the ornate entrances of churches
Doors each tell a story of the people who built them and the people whose lives are lived behind them
A narrative woven into the very grain of their wood, into the intricate patterns of their frames

Doors are a metaphor of our lives
Each day we cross them, physically and metaphorically
They lead us to new opportunities
The opening of a new chapter, waiting just beyond their threshold
Or can be like stumbling blocks

Closed doors hold truth
A mystery hidden till we open them
And even then, another door will present itself
For the opening
For the crossing
For the going through
For in the mystery of doors lies the endless potential of paths yet taken, of stories yet told
I remain forever enthralled by the mystery of doors

All photos taken by me while traversing the Greek Isles.

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In creative solidarity, Dee