door

I love walking around and exploring. The conditions varies a lot from place to place. Of course. Roads inviting you for free are the best. Even in countries with restrictions you may find roads for your free walks. Because it has to be a connection between the road and you. You have to reach that special feeling to be able to learn from the road.
Finding that mood …

the two of you
will be engulfed by and live what’s
between every step

… that’s the way to learn – like feeling every curve in the thoroughly handmade wooden doors … and then open it. The kind of doors I have always imagined to have on my living room wall.

I am a bit weak about doors. Two pieced. With that special patina only life and sun can create. Three places in the world showed me the unique about doors. My grandmother’s, my aunt and uncle’s and the doors in the outskirts of Dubai. Where I used to walk with my youngest daughter. While the others were at school or at work. A very long time ago – early eighties. It was like walking the treasure of mud house road. All these sun dried worn in – absolutely not worn out – doors.
Instead of – on my living room wall – I keep them in my heart.

So why this talking about doors!??