Ten more weeks to go before the end of the year. I decided it’s about time my husband had a say here, though he doesn’t take many pictures. In September he spent three weeks in Puebla, Mexico, on an intensive language course. While he brought back many photos of intriguing churches and ruins, I want to show you the photo he took just for me.
He thought I’d like the drippy numbers. I do, but I wonder about the surrealistic elements here – the door below street level, the glass doors that open to brick walls, the black door that doesn’t seem to have a door knob. Then there’s the wet bits on the paving. What happened there?
I could ask him, but I’ll let the mystery be.
The Snarky Quilter 
That is a fascinating picture, beautifully composed.
I’ve passed along your compliment to my husband.
So much to work with here! I noticed the drippy numbers first, too, but the more you look at the photo, the more you see–very arresting details!
I decided it could be a destination you were directed to go to via an unsigned note. Then, when you get there you wonder if it’s safe, and why you were directed there.
How cool is that… He gets you! It is an intriguing and makes me curious but sometimes no knowing is better. I hope we get to see more of his photos sometime.
Believe me when I tell you that this is about the best photo my husband has ever taken. No doubt the photo gods understand and approved of his intent. Most of my husband’s photos from his trip feature a lot of foreground with roads and sidewalks, and cut off tops of buildings.
Great picture. Yes, lots of mystery to it. I love the black door, with barely room to step down to it cut into the sidewalk. Also all the lovely perpendicular lines in perspective, only broken by the diagonal of the small “415,” the drippy irregularity of the large “415,” and the awning shadow. A lot to notice here.
I do love that awning shadow and feel it would have to be part of anything I created based on the photo.
So cool that you have a husband that gets you and you appreciate aesthetically. Once my husband brought me a box of porcupine quills he retrieved from a road kill because he knew I would love them and use them in some artistic creation.
And did you? If so, I’d love to see a photo. I recall that some native American tribe used the quills in their crafts.
Not yet but i am thinking on it.
You can use quills as a stiletto…they’re supposed to have small barbs that grip the fabric. I bought one once, but my cat loved to play with it, and I don’t know what floor corner it’s in now.
My stiletto is a metal stick used to lace up stuffed turkeys. Don’t know where I’d get a porcupine quill.
My cat steals pens and hides them, he hasn’t found the quills yet…
My family’s cat used to tuck pens and pencils under the edge of rugs, so anytime we wanted a pencil that’s where we looked.