Yesterday’s post was a bit on the somber side and I am not sure I have totally recovered, but that’s okay . . .
We pick ourselves up and move on – wherever that onward may take us.
Today it has lead to a gate. What is beyond the gate is the intrigue . . . . but for some reason it matters not what is behind or beyond, nor what a gate represents (and I know there is a great philosophical paradox in all of this somewhere), it is simply a stately piece of architectural detail, made of wood and wrought iron, worn by the elements, and rendered as a statement of passivity.
the gate, or at least the upper part of it
a part of the whole
the handles
shadows from the overhanging bougainvilla
a lantern that adorns the entry