Open the Door

For many, the allure of a door is the unknown on the other side. What would the future bring if I open the door and walk through. What would I miss out on if I pass the door by. For me, the excitement is about the door itself. Is the door painted, or is it wood. Does it reflect years of weather, rain, snow, hot, cold.

This door was in the V Satuey winery in California's nappa valley. I really like the way the handle has rubbed away and the wooden grain stands out. The lock seems to have chipped away by many many many people missing the lock and wearing away the coating as their keys scrape away. In this case the door led to a cellar that kept large wooden barrels of fermenting wine. It was cool and dark and musty - quite a contrast to the hot sunny August day outside.