Doors I Wanted to Open But Probably Shouldn’t.
Apparently, I have developed a thing for doors.Not normal doors. I’m not wandering around taking photos of freshly painted suburban front doors with shiny new handles and sensible security screens. No offence to practical doors, but they are not really my thing.I mean old doors.The strange ones.The heavy ones.The crooked ones.The ones tucked into stone walls or half-hidden in corners.The ones with iron hinges, peeling paint, arched tops, tiny windows, thick timber, bolts, latches and enough […]
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