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Behind doors and windows

The mystery of doors & windows.

It is easier to imagine wonders behind doors, closed windows.

Everything seems more mysterious and we start dreaming of other lives.

Will they be better behind one of these doors or worse? ...

The mystery remains.

One can only imagine ...

Behind doors - Rouen

Between bars ...

Behind windows ...

Behind doors - Rouen

Will open, won't open?! ...

"There are people who talk a lot, but who don't say everything; we can be both talkative and mysterious."
- Victor Cherbuliez / The thoughts extracted from his works (1913) -

Some time since I had not tried to find out what is going on behind  closed doors and windows. Sometimes some are ajar, some deserted from life.

I can only imagine, I only want to imagine. I prefer to keep the mystery and let my imagination do the rest.

What right would I have to knock on these doors, knock on windows anyway?

I have no desire to disturb the daily life of the people who live behind these doors and windows or to spoil my pleasure in photographing them.

"We love the mystery so much that this half-glimpse which leaves the imagination free to guess more, pleases more than reality."
- Pierre-Jules Stahl / Various thoughts and reflections (1841) -

"We don't lift the veil of mystery, we tear it apart."
-Adolphe d'Houdetot / Ten thorns for a flower (1853)

Behind doors - Rouen

To wonder if it's a door or a window ...

In the nooks and crannies of Rouen hide these mysterious doors and windows that continue to fascinate me. I still don't want to open them, I prefer to let my imagination wonder, even wander. It is good to let secrets remain secret. They only have more charm and no disappointment will arise.

Imagine that one day I open one of these doors and that behind it there is nothing. Nothingness. A wall. What disillusionment!

I would then become incapable of dreaming of what is hidden behind, of the life that there may be behind such a door or other window.

I want to continue playing with these mysteries, certainly harmless for some , however always happy for me ...

As for this door which looks like a window or this window which looks like a door, I will not reveal its location, I leave it to anyone who would like to play to discover it.

From one street to another, the colors change, the windows are brightened up by flower pots in bright colors, by colored tiles when in a nearby street, they are completely abandoned. The contrast is staggering but it is not sad (well yes, a little though) because I imagine the life that there could have been on this street, the joy of yesteryear behind these broken, dirty windows. Hope remains today. The one they will find one day ...

Behind the gates ...

In the blink of an eye...

Light dark

Mysteries of yesteryear

Behind doors- Rouen

Forbidden postal

Both taken aback and amused at the sight of these mailboxes that did not dissociate from bars ... boxes and bars, which ones were there first ?! What was built around what? ..

A strange arrangement that should not facilitate the work of the postman ...

In any case these mailboxes live safely ... as if the mailboxes had their own life ... I know it's delirious but I felt inspired by the image!

You could say that the owners of the place knew how to take advantage of a surely limited space to get there.

(Seen rue de la Croix verte )

In the eyes of Robec

Windows of the Republic

At Beauvoisine ...

Sesame, don't open ...

Behind doors - Rouen

Patrick and Patrice

A good mallet

The closed shutters of Saint-Amand

Behind doors - Rouen

Containment

The Old Market square - Rouen

I took this photo a while ago but  had not posted it yet. She inspired me without me finding the inspiration to post it yet on my blog. Today, it makes perfect sense for me. It's the grid open to tomorrow. A door ajar. The light at the back of the courtyard. A tomorrow that has nothing to do with yesterday, the light at the bottom of the tunnel which opens on better days but so different from what we have always known and taken for granted.

I see this gate ajar and I'm almost afraid to cross it because tomorrow is scary. I am afraid for myself, I am afraid for others too. Life will never taste the same again. Life will be keeping its distance, life will be masked. Is this life? But what choice do we have?

"Containment". This word, which has become hideous, synonymous with locked down, will forever mark our lives. I know I will never be the same person again. I am a homebody, a loner who likes to walk alone and observe, watch people live, the city bubbling and smile to be part of this life.

Today I am afraid. I like this moment when I wake up and where for a few seconds everything seems normal. But this moment only lasts a few seconds, the return to reality then strikes me very hard in the head and, I know then that our lives will have nothing to do with before. Yesterday was great. We complained but it was good!

One day, I will have the courage to pass this grid and tell myself that we will live differently but at the least, we will be alive.

 

 I have a touched thought for everyone, all these suffering people because everyone suffers from this locked down which deprives us of our freedoms for our own good. But what's the point of complaining when you're lucky to be in good shape. Each evening, I am moved to hear the applause, pots, whistles and other sirens which pay tribute to the nursing staff and intrinsically to the patients in intensive care. They do not necessarily hear us but they are in my thoughts and I hope they will emerge unscathed from this arduous battle they are waging. Caregivers and the sick are in my heart.

Today I have only one enemy and this is the covid-19.

April 20, 2020 (we have been in containment since March 16, 2020. End of it will be on May 11, 2020 )

Courage to all, take care of yourself! 

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