If a door is open, I’m inclined to take a peek. If the door is not open, then I’m inclined to wonder what lies behind it. When the National Park Service commissions me to create artistic photographic collections of their historic houses, that’s part of the charm. All the doors are opened for me and I get to see what the public only gets to view from behind a stanchion. In many cases, I get to enter areas that are normally closed.
That curiosity extends to the street as well. I often walk by newsstands. They are exuberant displays of all manner of candy, glossy magazines, and even soft drinks. I have photographed them many times. Sometimes the shot is about the color. Sometimes it’s about the fellow cooped up inside who spends hours on his feet to endure heat waves, torrential rain, and freezing temperatures. So what’s it like to be inside?
The side door was open. Why, I don’t know. Maybe it was to catch a breeze. Or maybe it was for me to catch a glimpse through my viewfinder.
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