Doorways are a thing of beauty and symbolism. The color, cut of wood, and hardware all contribute to my impulse to snap a photo of them every chance I get. I also find passageways to be a curious, positive metaphor; you never know what’s behind the door until you open it. As you scroll through my collection of Italian-born doors, find which one you’d most likely push open.
This passageway is a bittersweet one. With faded and rotten color, I can still see the beauty in this Venetian door. The metalwork, surrounding brick, and lapping water are all beautiful elements.
Feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section below and check back next Monday for another journey through my lens abroad!