at Yarraville
from w
Between the church wedding and the reception there was a bit of a wait so I drew a doorway in a brick wall in a side street in Yarraville not far from the Catholic Church hall where the reception was being prepared. This house was probalby from about 1910 and had been recycled in a modern way. That's what has happened in some older Melbourne suburbs which were once working class. Now gentrified and expensive.The quick picture of a girl was made inside the hall.
(Wall door pic altered later)
posted by Peceli and Wendy's Blog at 7:34 PM
3 Comments:
What a gloomy-looking door...
When people have brick walls and a shut-in look I always wonder why they are so secretive. What do they have to hid in their back yards? In an ideal world we would have no fences, just open spaces, no barriers between houses but there aren't too many like that. Except in a Fijian village or farm settlement but that means that someone's bantam hen can climb up your steps and lay an egg in the baby's cot! True - it did happen! I cooked the egg for the baby anyway.
w.
I love the door! It looks like there is a wonderful world beyond it....like secret garden, or lush fountains...however, it would be lovely it had a sign that said
"come on in!"
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