This door is in a red brick wall surrounding a park nearby, one of my favourite parks where we live, as it is full of old trees and sort of secluded from the rest of the town, because of the walls surrounding it. It makes the whole place look more like a forest than a park. Somehow, this door makes me think of the door leading to the Old Forest in The Lord of the Rings. The picture was taken by my wife something like a month ago, maybe more, on a weekend day when it was warm but not hot. I love walking in English parks, maybe I will blog about it one day, but now I want to blog about this mysterious door.
Doors don't need much to be mysterious: they just need to be kept shut. As long as you don't know what is on the other side, they can even be threatening. A door, when you don't know what it leads to, is always a door leading to another world. I think I will take a picture of the door in autumn, the perfect season for otherworldly atmosphere. One of my colleagues (one of the few colleagues I have that I really appreciate), an art teacher, showed to a pupil and me some sketches he made of remote churches' doors (among other things), and mentioned that the only interesting door is the closed one. Once open, it looses its mystery. This door so far had kept it all. I have still no idea where it leads, but that could be the great starting point of a story.
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