i am quite relieved by today’s word prompt, because i was playing catch-up and wrote a fairly long and tangential post and frankly, am pooped.
plus, when i read the word door, this is the exact picture that came to mind (despite this being a doorway and not a door). i had to hunt for it in my basement, and unfortunately, it’s pretty faded and i didn’t get to posting until nighttime here, so it’s not the best quality, but here it is, anyway.
Agra Fort, Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India, circa 1998
i lived in india in my mid-20s, and became obsessed with all of the lovely doors and doorways i encountered on my travels there. this one, at agra fort (across the river from the taj mahal) went on for aaaaaages, and although you can tell from the top that i didn’t set up the shot all that well (this was a still camera, way back then, not a phone or a digital camera), this was one of the pictures i set up in a triptych-y sort of frame (with two other beloved photos) when i returned to canada, and that i lovingly placed on my apartment walls for many many years after that. it was so neat, imagining who walked through these doorways, and considering what their lives were like. touching the ancient marble and stone walls and feeling the sense of history there, of centuries of people prior. i spent a lot of time sitting and looking at this series of doorways, i remember, and when i returned to the fort with a friend several months later, i sought out this spot for a second time. when i’m less tired, i might try to think of why it felt so important, there.