Saturday, October 09, 2010

Doors of perception

Ever since I was a kid I've loved secret gardens and hidden away places: my imaginary house has a wooden gate with a little door in it, through which you enter a garden with overhanging trees and a winding path to the front door (this is based on a vague memory of a flaking cream-painted wooden doorway in the town where I was born, Haddington, East Lothian, which led to a potter's workshop and not to a mysterious garden, but I have adapted it for my own purposes). I see myself, fancifully, wandering barefoot through French windows into the dewy grass in the morning with a cup of coffee in my hand.

Kong's urban landscape, being very new, for the most part, has a low quota of surprises; in Sydney, I've been enjoying the ancient buildings, many of which are now being refurbished as the areas around the city centre rapidly gentrify. This doorway is contemporary, but has gracefully met the challenge of its surroundings and is also blending in beautifully; blink and you'd miss it. There's an enigmatic stairway behind the gate and no sign of what's beyond.


Janice said...

Hi Lottie,

I wanted to say how much I'm enjoying your photos!

I'm a nook 'n cranny aficionado myself, going back many years into my childhood -- particularly those spots where I could see through a wood knot or a gap in the hedgerow, and no one could see me.

LottieP said...

Thank you, Janice! There's definitely something very attractive (to a somewhat solitary child, at least) about being hidden away behind a spyhole.

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