By Nancy Todd
What is there about doors that fascinates me? I don’t have the answer. What I do know is that I have hundreds of photos of doors. And, like patatas bravas (spicey fried potatoes) are an addiction, it is an addiction for me to photograph doors. Doors in Spain often open into tiled, fountained courtyards lush with palms and wisteria. Into marble art nouveau foyers with a frieze of godesses.
Stories are told by doors. On Granada doors, we see the influence of the Moors especially with their ceramics. Unwelcoming, pretentious church doors that tower and intimidate. Doors where people have peeped, knocked, and swept through, velvet capes dragging on wet cobblestones. Tiny doors on garden gates. If doors revealed tales about lovers and loaves, horses and carts, of pigs and sacks of peppers, we would have a new slant on history.
Where are your favorite doors located?