There is something about french doors and gates that really attracts me.
Their worn and aged appearance speaks of times past and secrets hidden therein.
Even bright colours in the sunlight speak of interest and charm.
My favourites are the old doors, with peeling paint and rusty furnishings. Have they been opened today? Or was this door closed on the outside world long ago?
Gateways, the same as a door, just the door to a garden. You can see the secrets beyond, but still the life is hidden from our understanding.
The finishing touch, the strength to lock away the outside world and keep those secrets safe.
The key to my heart. France.