Friday, October 19, 2007
Standing at the door
London, ON, October 2007 [Click to increase shoe size]
I like doors (see here and here), especially old ones that wear their years with weathered pride. As I walked through East London last week, I came across this door that begged to be remembered.
Problem was, its ultra-reflective window made my shoes (Adidas Gazelle...same as my middle name) kinda mandatory. I tried every possible angle and perspective to get rid of my offending feet. But in the end, I gave up and figured fate was telling me it was time for a self-portrait.
So here are my feet, reflected in an old door in the middle of a run-down street. I'm sure the drug addicts who watched me do the sidewalk two-step were mildly amused.
Your turn: Why do doors hold such appeal to us?
Quick update: Sorry for being so cryptic with the name reference. My middle name is Zvi. It's pronounced tz-VEE, and it's the Hebrew word for gazelle. Given the speed with which I move through life, I've long thought this name is highly appropriate for me. For more background on my crazy name, please click here. Thanks, Shane, for calling it out!