Skies And Doors

the sky, so beautiful. at the beginning and at the end. the colors, so amazing. it's what the world is made of.

doors, i love taking pictures of doors. i keep trying to psychoanalyze myself, wondering what is it about doors that i like, that i take so many pictures of. perhaps somewhere in my subconscious, it represents doors of opportunity, the opening and closing of doors.

i can relate skies to doors. their beauty lies in the beginning and the end. the start is always beautiful. the end, a little wistful, but it is proof that something existed.