I love to write about the images I produce. Sometimes they are just about how I processed the image, while some images have a story behind their capture which is just begging to be told. Other images lend themselves to a fantasy short story - something different, and mysterious, something from a far away land that doesn't exist. It's just what ever takes my fancy - what I see in the image that I have produced.
This image is no different. It's a door. But it's not just any door. It's a black door, and as we all know, black doors are special, magical even, especially when they are hidden at the top of moss covered steps behind the bushes, where anybody who didn't know it was there would never see it.
So the question is - what is behind this mysterious black door, hidden behind the bushes at the top of moss covered steps, which look like they haven't been used forever.
The door looks like it leads into the deepest bowls of the old country house who's wall it occupies. Maybe it's a dungeon? Used in days of old, when knights were bold, and ladies weren't invented.....(I won't finish that rhyme), or maybe it's the meeting place for a mystical secret society, or a place where a black witch labors over her cauldron while casting her dark magic on the people who live in the house, while bats fly and faint cackles emit from behind the door.
All these thoughts and many more were rushing through my mind as I set my camera to take the picture when the door suddenly opened.................
And out came the gardener with a shovel and a rake whistling a fine country ditty.
