Sunday, November 29, 2009

Doors and gates


As well as doing the man hole covers I took a series of doors and gates while we were away. For some reason I have a total fascination with both, there is always that what lives behind there, and there are so many different styles and types of decorations. These are all German ones, all done on our walks around Eltville.
If you click on them you should see them more easily, and if you double click I have discovered they enlarge even more.
I loved the wonderful iron hinges on the top one.
The decoration and the glimpse of the garden in the next.
The last three were all along the path by the Rhine and were the entrances to peoples gardens. Some very basic and one very ornate.
Who lives behind them? What stories could they tell.
Here we spent most of the day getting wet in our own garden, a walk to the beach was suggested early but the showers just kept on coming.
We had an unexpected foal too, very sweet and looking fine but mum again wasnt sure about it, another first foal and sometimes it takes a while before they accept the fact that they actually gave birth to this small insistent thing who want they know not what. It had fallen through the fence as we didnt expect her to foal for another few weeks, we thought, but she soon was at the milk bar when mother was held. I think our dates were out as it certainly wasnt a prem looking foal.
Never a dull moment here.


3 comments:

Robin Mac said...

Interesting doors Penny, lovely to hear you are getting some more rain after all the heat. Glad the foal and Mum are bonding well. cheers, Robin

Wanda..... said...

You certainly found very interesting doors Penny...I and several other blogging friends think doors are special, and the stone work in your photos is special too.

Peceli and Wendy's Blog said...

What lovely photos of doors and gates, especially the one with the gate open. It would make a lovely card for the New Year (if you miss Christmas contacts.) Open doors/gates certainly make you want to make up a story or two.
Wendy