Inspiring Spires
A spire can be defined as the pinnacle
(of something), the slender tapering of a blade or stalk, or the upper tapering
part of something. In my writer world, I think of inspiration in terms of
spires. Not only do random things trigger and inspire me to create, delve deeper
into thought, or to examine my world and work in a new way, but they’re also
ALL AROUND. When I take the time to really be in the moment, to think about
this wonderful thing called life, I find that inspiration can strike at any
given moment.
For years, I took photographs doors and
doorways, almost to the point of exclusivity, without really understanding
exactly what it is about them that draws me so.
Looking back in my Google Photos, it’s
clear that my interest in doors might border on obsession. I mean, I have
months of photos where scant images of people exist … but doors? Doorways are
always there. It wasn’t so much the architectural feat that drew me to these
structures (though it is pretty amazing to consider that openings are built
into buildings) but that these pivotal pieces in our world are often
overlooked.
Doors give us the chance to begin
again. To exit one stage and walk onto another. They give the opportunity for
change, for distance.
Adages about doorways abound in
literature –
Huxley said, “The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite
the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but
less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped
to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to
the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.”
Emerson called on us to be an opener of
doors, and Dickens taught us that “A very little key will open a very heavy
door.”
So I guess it comes as no surprise that
in doorways, I find little nuggets of stories, ideas compressed and
compartmentalized so beautifully that it’s easy to forget what true purpose
doors serve.
My obsession with photographing
doorways has been culled as of late since there are myriad things in this world
that help me feel (and find) the muse.
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