Surakarta: Epilogue - Seeing doors

Just passing by the blue door

Wide open.  Tightly shut.
Almost new.  Close to dilapidated.
Bright and bold.  Faded and fading.
Painted.  Bare.
Ornate and detailed.  Simple and unassuming.

Solo mother & child

Bike parking

Yard revealed

Cakra striking door

Sometimes, a door isn't just a door. 
Rather, it's a passageway to another life.
A portal to another world.
An entrance for those coming .  An exit for those going.
An opening for those seeing opportunities.  Closure for one seeing seeking enclosure.

Agnes by the pink door

Nids by the brown door

Lola by the wooden door

Woman by the fuschia door

The Kraton in Pungkunegoro in Surakarta allowed us to indulge in this fascination with doors.  It's not everyday that you can find so much variety in one place.  As I close my series of posts on Central Java, I open my mind to the possibilities of revisiting one day.