Description
I loved the texture of the stucco walls and the rugged wooden stairway and railings and how the light and shadows brought this together. I can almost hear the moth wings flitting overhead by the lamp, just bright enough to get your keys in the door at night. The shadows cast under the stairs make you wonder what's below. The garden tools and planter; It all tells a story.
How many people called this place home? How many people have run up these stairs to take cover from the rain, and how many Vancouver rains did that poor gutter take before it slanted like that?
In some ways, the entrance to your home is the first thing you present to the world, and it's a special thing to be welcomed into someone's safe place for the first time. It can feel like going from one world to the next as all the sights and sounds and smells fade away into an echo. Sometimes that shelter is all that protects you from everything else going on outside.