minimalism that speaks subtly, softly
Thanks Fernan, it’s an old door in my parents’ home. That simple door weights so many memories.
EEEKS! Parents house, huh? Really powerful with that descriptor added! Excellent~
Thanks Cindy! I’m glad you like it. I see perhaps I could have mentioned in the description, really give it a stronger meaning.
This is a regularly used door in your parents’ house. I can tell by the polished look of the handle and the darkened areas where fingers have come into contact with the door. How did that little bit of lint get stuck under the handle? Isn’t it amazing how one item in your parents (or grandparents’) house can trigger so many memories?
Hello Melissa :-) It’s my parent’s house, my grandparents have another house with older stuff like coca cola advertisement from who knows what year in the past century. When it’s raining my parents save the clothes in that room, probably in the rush that lint get stuck with a screw. Next time I’ll be there I’ll clean it xD
No, I think it works right where it is :P A great evening to you :)
Then I shall stop my hand XD. Thanks Melissa, a great evening for you too ;-)
Golden tones in the wood, hopefully golden memories too behind the door. And as it’s your parents house, you are also free to return. :)
Golden afternoon :-), actually that’s the deposit or storage room, more than memories there is just some rice, tools and stuff like that :D
Haha I was being romantic about a storage room??? Oh well, it’s good to remember ones tools I guess!
… and that’s a treasure.
Freedom, yes it’s :-)
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