Life behind the doors

I do have a quirky habit to photograph the doors when I'm traveling. Some of them are very old, others brand new, some looked after whilst others are neglected.

Most of the time it’s the old door who attracts my attention and makes me curious - what kind of person lives there at the moment? Is this person native or have they come from far far away and settled there? Why did this person choose this door to walk in and out every day? How many times has somebody knocked on it, how many hands have touched the door handle? Why they chose the particular colours to paint their front door?

What is the history of this place? How many generations lived in there? How many owners changed hands and how many locks has been replaced?

I can't stop wondering if somebody is cooking dinner for their family or is it a lonely person eating a meal by themself in there? Are they young or they old, are they happy, are they laughing, kissing, making love; or they are sad and heartbroken?

What is happening behind this door?..

Rita x