CHOICE

CHOICE:
Doors always represent choice to me. Simple question.
Do I stay outside or go inside?
Inside there may be beautiful memories like when I stepped inside my Grandcha and Grandmas’ garden door to find the wondrousness of dusty half-filled jam jars, terracotta plant pots, spades, trowels, forks and the laying of a seed that told me gardening in my adult years would be a treasure experience. And best of all in that little garden room? A shaft of sunlight coming through a broken slate which was filled with light dancing faeries either come from the sky or were already inside and welcomed the warmth and gentle touch of sunshine when it visited their little home. It was only dust, but that's imagination for you.
Inside, however, there may be a wicked, dark mind equivalent where the space is filled with fetid forgottens or rotten remembrances. Why on earth did I go inside? Good or Bad?
Choice.
Do I notice it has locks? Simple choice. Smash the locks or find the key. Or by looking a little further and seeking alternatives, realise that a simple bolt exists.
Behind that door lay my ambition. Do I simply smash the locks and kick open the door only to find disappointment in a room filled with too much to look at and unhoped fors. Of course I’ve smashed down that door now and those failures can easily get out, tap me on the shoulder and remind me, haunt me, whilst continually having a snigger to themselves.
Or, do I find the keys and gently open or look a little further and realise a bolt allows me to seek anyway. Even though it’s still a struggle because the door is old, unused for a long time and creaks and complains, at least I try. And I try with both gentle intervention and strong determination. I can now peep within, assess what is inside and either enter to interesting contents with a joyful heart or back out and lock it once again because the shadows and guttural hum of false energies scare me. Smash the locks or seek the key?
Choice.
And why are you reading this? I provided the key with the thumbnail and you looked further. Do you now stay and comment or go with disappointment. Do you see good or bad?
To me this is a door. If it were my first photograph it would be the equivalent of a lovely treasure like the first time I saw a print appear in the tray and thoughts of ‘I did this….I did this!!!’ . Now? It is a simple door to simply attach to my thoughts. Why did you look? Was it recognition of my work or simply because you love doors too?
Whatever it was, at least you made a choice and didn’t simply ignore.