A dusty door way

A door way.
A wall with paint loosening and coming off.
Ages of dust on the 
tiled floor
showing footprints of others who have visited here.
Light from the other room
creating shadows around the edges and casting it’s beam on the dusty floor.
Just a door way.
A place to enter or exit.
A door to close or to leave open.
I’m really not sure
why this captured my 
attention or why I even like this image.  
Maybe it’s just the history, leaving me to wonder how many people were there, who lived in this residential place in the middle of an old prison, and what kind of life did they have?
With this, I leave you for the weekend, and will return on Monday.

5 Replies to “A dusty door way”

  1. I love the colors and how they are similar enough to tie the composition together–almost like a black and white (or sepia toned) photograph. But au natural!

  2. Yes, there was so much history in these walls, wasn't there? Love the contrast of the beautiful woodwork with the peeling paint and the dull, dusty tiles. But of course, the star is the light, shining in from the room beyond, inviting us to enter. You want to follow that light, regardless of the setting and the surrounding disintegration.

  3. I just love this image, Deb!
    The light, the colours. The textures. The history.
    What was in this room? What lies outside the door?
    It draws you in, and ignites the imagination. Just lovely.

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