One of my favorite subjects to photograph is windows and doors - the older and more decrepit and peeling, the better. No matter where I find myself I am always able to find at least one door or window to photograph.
The old cabin in the mountains we stayed at last weekend was no exception. I was delighted to find not only this wonderful red frame bedroom window, but long icicles hanging around it. I grew up watching icicles grow longer and longer during the long sub-zero winter days, making bets on how long they would grow before breaking. In Denver they are quite uncommon as it rarely gets cold enough for icicles to form.
This is the view from inside the cabin looking out this very window above, up toward the Continental Divide.
I have taken dozens, if not hundreds, of photos of blue and turquoise doors and windows in Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico. Here is a photo collage of some of my favorite doors and windows in Taos:
I also took dozens of wonderfully colorful photos of doors and windows in Valparaiso, Chile. Everywhere I looked there was another one, and another, and I just kept snapping away on the camera. I'm not sure exactly what it is about them, but each new door or window I find fills me with joy.
What's with it with us? I, too, love doors and windows. Great metaphors for the obvious, but it's the unconscious of it all I can't quite grasp. Nice photos!
Posted by: Fran | January 25, 2005 at 10:58 PM