Old door in Bratislava

As I have shared before, I have a thing for doors.  They just get to me somehow.  So whenever I am out shooting, I am casually scouting out interesting doors too.  It's hard because often my mind in pulling me in two directions at once.  I usually shoot whatever is closest first, unless the further thing is likely to disappear or change in the span of a few moments.  I think of that as being logical, but it's just laziness, probably. 

I caught this one while wandering some back streets in Bratislava, Slovakia.  It wasn't an overly beautiful door, but I did like the writing above it - although I have no idea what it says.  I am a fan of languages, though I really only speak one (apart from Pig Latin haha).  That one potted plant sitting there gave it a nice touch, I thought.

Sometimes these little scenes that I capture bring back just as fond a memory of a place as the big cityscapes do.  How about you?

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