“She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.”
― John Crowley
Little, Big
As soon as we arrived in Vigan I fell in love with the doors. The old Spanish architecture of the buildings in Vigan is perhaps what draws tourists to it, but there's something to be said about it's doors. They come in all shapes and colors, mostly of old, rugged wood with metal bindings and hinges with nuts and screws as big as your thumb and heavy with rust. I knew I had to have my picture taken with Vigan's doors, these silent sentinels, witness to history as it unfolded into the cobblestone streets and shops of souvenirs that we now see today.
The stories they could tell if these doors could talk!
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Looks so interesting! Recently I've picked up an interest in doors and windows and saw some wonderful ones last Batanes vacation. Vigan would surely excite me. Looking forward to see more photos!
ReplyDeleteYou will love Vigan Kat. I think the doors were the highlight of my trip, aside from the eating!
ReplyDeleteYou will love Vigan Kat. I think the doors were the highlight of my trip, aside from the eating!
ReplyDeletewow! nindota diha oi :) suya ko da. murag nindot na nga idea for a shoot. Door to Door Engagement! hehehehe.
ReplyDeleteSay hello! Coffee, perhaps? :)