Once in a while, something rather different comes together as I’m browsing my archive in the (never-ending) effort of cleaning out the vaults. This time, it’s photographs old doors and windows. Old things attract most photographer’s eyes I think, with the stories they tell, through textures, rust, and patina. It was fun to compile these! And now I’m glad that I’m done with them. :)
The last one has a bit of a special meaning to me: it’s a door that I walked through, countless times, in my childhood. It’s the west entry to the extensive park of Nymphenburg palace. When I visited my sister in 2019, as part of my Germany trip, we went for a walk there on the day of my arrival, hoping that the fresh air and exercise would help me to quickly overcome the jetlag. :)
The sight of this door brought some of those childhood memories back, when we lived in the neighborhood of Pasing, and often rode our bikes there — never interested in the palace of course, only in the park and its surrounding grassy meadows, where we flew kites and sometimes small model airplanes with rubberband “engines”.