Gateways. Entrances and exits. I have always been fascinated by gateways, doorways, windows half-shuttered…They inspire curiosity about what lies beyond, suggest a leaving behind of one state or condition and a moving into something new, fresh and, possibly, interesting. A half-open door.. What lies beyond it? Who waits in the shadows and for what purpose? Do they look at me as I look at them? Others might think of the door half-closed, themselves within. I never do. I always imagine myself on the outside, watching.
Gateways suggest leaving and arrival. Leaving – sometimes a matter for regret; I wonder if those walking towards us in the image, like Lot’s wife, ever looked back? Or, are they leaving with a sense of accomplishment, work well done, completed.
Arrival.. are they ‘turning for home’?
“I can tell by the way you’re standing with your eyes filling with tears
that it’s habit alone keeps you turning for home when you know that your home is right here.
Where the people who love you are gathered under the wise wishing tree. May we all be considered then straight on delivered down to the Jubilee…….”
In the movie “Summer of ’42”, there was a line..’life is full of small comings and goings…’ Perhaps that’s why I love airports so much.