Toc, toc, toc…I like this little door very much and its knocker. This is my friend Carlos' house door, in the village. Monchéri and I occasionally knock at his door on Sundays evenings to play music together, in a very amateurish way. Can you imagine listening to blues music through this door ?
I always pass by this graffiti painted door, also in my village and I like it because we don’t know what lies behind.
Green door in a village nearby
Typical Spanish blue door with shutters outside my friend’s Gym old restored barn
Let there be light…I love this forged iron door inside Gym’s barn.
The magnificence of the
Follow the path to the light in the gardens of the Generalife palace in the
Don’t stand in the shade…come to the light. I sometimes wonder what a toreador feels like when he enters the arena. Is it fear, is it excitement. (this is one of my little theater scenes made of paper)