As I wandered along the Cours Mirabeau one weekend recently, one whole side of the street was a bric a brac market. These two frames caught my eye.
The first one, you’ll see, is an old, gilt, frame, with the tree and the chair showing through the framed space. It caught my eye, and somehow made me think of a gateway into another world. The fact there’s no canvas there turns the picture into an opening.
The second one, at first, looked just like the first. Then I looked more closely and saw it was a very old mirror. Reflecting something behind me. Not reflecting it very clearly though. Because it’s so old, the reflection has become misted and unclear.
Both of these photos stimulate my thoughts about perception. How we focus on only part of what we can see. How we frame part of reality, reducing it to understandable, manageable pieces. And how what lies behind us becomes more dim, less clear, with the passing of the years
Heroes Not Zombies 
I used to see “gateways” in the natural surroundings when I took my nature hikes and imagined being able to walk through them into an alternate “reality”. Never discovered one that really worked. 😦 Thanks for the reminder of more innocent days. 🙂