I realized, as I was walking to the bakery, that that is also probably why I love living in a neighbourhood where every house is different. The doorways, in particular, attract me. I wonder what lies behind them, what sorts of people live there, and what mysteries they hide. I imagine all sorts of possibilities.
|I love this pinkish brick house with its iron railings.|
|This gated carriageway stirs my imagination.|
|Who lives behind this immaculate entranceway?|
|Steep stairs and aged vines.|
I've just begun a new project. Can't blog about it because it's going to become a submission for publication, but I can show this much: