Sunday, 13 March 2011

Who goes there?

Something about this door is attractive. I think it's the lines, the repetition the sage grey and white ... but what got me interested was that this door belongs to the electorate office of a politician. I'm wondering who goes there?
Up a nearby detour and the sun was beating upon this empty arc of shops, and again I had to wonder, who goes there?
Not some ancient stone carving, nor exquisitely arranged art piece but the most alive thing in the dark place. Once upon a time, a tile had gone there.

True Grit

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