We are defined by the doors in which we enter or do not; the doors we leave closed out of fear, disinterest, or whichever driving emotion that declares ‘no’ so loudly we cannot bear to explore it as an option. One is constituted by the things not done just as much as those chosen and acted upon. Now, these doors in which we enter, view as a possibility very often change and mould our perspective of the world, of ourselves. The doors which are viewed here are a collection of possibilities, of perspectives, all distinct yet jarringly similar. Taken in Madrid, Barcelona, and Toledo, Spain.
I find my fascination with doors should speak more profoundly on my curiosities of the world and what it has to offer.