Wednesday, September 18, 2013

THE MANY DOORS OF SAN MIGUEL DE ALLENDE

I have a thing about doorways. There are thousands of images taken all over the world sitting in binders of negatives and backup drives of digitized and ordered pix by place and time. 

They are always shot from outside. Does that mean I want to see what is inside or that I'm waiting to see who will come out?  And maybe I'm not waiting at all. 


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