Gates

Gates are great.  Really though, aren’t they?  I don’t have one.  Yet.

They are really just doors with outsider tendencies.   And as Ralph Waldo Emerson should have said, ‘every wall is a gate…’

So this week, I will do gates only.  Well, at least until Friday.

Gates link to my self-censorship ponderings too, because, after all, isn’t censorship just a question of which flock of morphemes you let through into the field of play.  On that front I have got as far as thinking that everything is by it’s nature self-censored because, as Will Self puts it, when you sit down to write everything is full of omnipotential.  Why you choose to write, this, and not that – in part it’s due to self-censorship even if it seems to be at a subconscious level.

 

Solid metal gates: the light can only flood over the top of them

Solid metal gates: the light can only flood over the top of them

 

It suddenly occurred to me that the image of these gates might be the wrong way up.  Who could tell?  I don’t think they are, but let me be clear about something – to me, it matters like hell.

 

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Posted on August 12, 2013, in Architecture, Photography and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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