Who knew a simple white metal door could have so much color?
Casey's story: There is a saying: When one door closes another one opens. I like the saying. I believe one should always be seeking out new opportunities.
is the defining characteristic of youth.
So much before you, so little behind.
I took this photo in September. It was a cool day, but not like a cool September day in the
USA. It was a cool September day in Argentina and, unlike the USA, Argentina was on the doorstep to
Spring. I had the day off and I strolled
down to the docks to take in the view. I
was in my twenties, happy and, while perhaps a little too skinny, healthy. The docks greeted me with the smells of the
salty air and the noise of lapping waves.
I photographed boats, birds, cargo and a the infamous Ford
Falcon, which was driven by the death squads of the military junta in Argentina's
I moseyed away from the docks into the rows of house nearby and found this locked door barring my passage. It was simple door, made to accept a key that is foreign to most North Americans, being like a two-sided skeleton key. The door showed its age and the abuse of the sea air, but stood firm. I snapped a shot, peeped through the key hole for curiosity's sake and then moved on. Now eight years later, I am glad to see the photo and that moment put to use. The closed door opened a new one... color inspiration for you all.