Ten more weeks to go before the end of the year. I decided it’s about time my husband had a say here, though he doesn’t take many pictures. In September he spent three weeks in Puebla, Mexico, on an intensive language course. While he brought back many photos of intriguing churches and ruins, I want to show you the photo he took just for me.
He thought I’d like the drippy numbers. I do, but I wonder about the surrealistic elements here – the door below street level, the glass doors that open to brick walls, the black door that doesn’t seem to have a door knob. Then there’s the wet bits on the paving. What happened there?
I could ask him, but I’ll let the mystery be.