I love the way the light is creeping into the dark at an angle like that. It's as if the light has just peered around the corner of the door jamb to confirm the coast is clear, and to pause just long enough for the courage meter to rise ever so slightly, *Click!* Motts snaps picture as light takes the first timid step into the opposite.
Did anyone notice the reflection of the door in the light fixture(?) on the ceiling? Kind of looks like indian teepees as they would be portrayed in some type of cave drawing. Those light panels seem awfully smooth and reflective...more like one-way glass than opaque light diffusing panels. Hmmmmm.........
After one spends some time away from home, whether the trip was good or bad, long or just for the day, there is always an exhilarating excitement one feels when you make the final turn allowing you to see your home, familiar and comfortable, through the trees and silloueted against the evening sky. It's good to be back. To me this photo captures that feeling, but with a dark and hellish lunacy. A snapshot from a moment in that same event, but seen through the eyes of Satan. It gives me some sence of joy, but of which would also be the joy felt by demons. Amazing photo, Motts. Always impressed, and now possessed!
....and as the massive rust laden door silently swung open towards me, my thoughts were not of fear but of intrigue. How can this solid steel door,it's hinges unmoving for decades,open with such fluidity? A delicate precision one might compare to the normally unnoticed movement in the hinges of a finely crafted silver locket. My falsley soothing thoughts suddenly give way to terror as I realize what a horribly fatal mistake it was to enter here. What was I thinking? What in Hell is causing putrid smell? So this is where I die.....how sad those that love me will be....Nobody deserves to go like this.
Now stripped of any previous facades, I see no hint that this place, once intended to be an institution for medically guided mental rehabilitation, could have ever been capable of holding any type of warmth within it's walls, actual or perceived. The chill I feel has set in and the melt will be slow. Oh, so slow.