Staring at Doors

Staring at doors allows me to study the character of a house and ponder upon it’s very state and about the people behind it. Each would remind me of my home, no matter how uncared for or opulent. The subconscious representation of a door is home to me. Doors remind many of us of new beginnings, journeys, goodbyes and comfort. Oh, how significant is the door.

For years I have pondered upon taking photographs of those doors I would find particular whether optically pleasing or not; and it would take me the year 2008 to finally take the pictures. In 2009, it’s time to put it together and here are the results. I know each door I have taken and I can tell the background of each one. If I do not know the story behind it, I have made one up to add for an interesting measure.

My sister once commented about how sad must the destitute be in rural areas wherever we would venture to those towns and it’s the doors that tell the story; my retort has always been, “As long as there is a family inside a house, it is home and someone will always answer the door.” 

Mother's Garden and then some:

My last trip home to my family made me see more beauty in simple things; yea, even provincial things which I didn’t mind growing up with. Mother’s plants at the rooftop of our home has become an elevated garden of tropical plants and relaxing place.

Some snippets inside of the house meanwhile were much like how common houses are in our island town – a hodgepodge of whatever one likes and can afford. Our house reflects the orthodoxy of living back home, which is to say, the things we like are the ones we can afford. (hehe..)

 

I do appreciate the fact that some things which are exotic in one place may just be prevalent in another. An example of that is the orchid, this flora is pervasive in the tropics and it almost takes next to nothing to make them proliferate at gardens all over back at the islands.

 

Hmm... the simple snippets of life.