I don't know what it is about doors or entrances in general but I am strangely drawn to them. Even the most unassuming have a certain magic. I get such pleasure from photographing them wherever I am. This selection (and I could have posted so many more) were all discovered whilst in London, Stockholm and France. Can you tell which were taken where? And in case you were wondering the door to my soul is very simple and made of oak.
103, 29, 15 – all numbers that mean something extra to me as they all relate to an address I have lived at. I'm still in France and as I have pootled around I've developed a mild fascination with the numerous (excuse the pun) types of numbers announcing a properties position. Maybe it's the Bordeaux talking, but If you're like me seeing these numbers in isolation is quite thrilling, your imagination can run wild, not only as to what the property looks like but to what secrets and stories it might hold.We each have...
