I pass by this giant old stone house pretty regularly. Like so many around here in Sopot, it’s been divided into apartments with little balconies. It reminds me—somewhat inexplicably—of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden (which I loved as a kid).
I think what attracts me is the contrast of texture: Rough stone walls, iron on the gate and on the windows, compared with the soft greens. That morning the skies were positively black, loaded with spring rain; the difference between the dark clouds, the bright green of the runaway foliage, and the little dots of color on those flowers was absolutely captivating. (The gate is divine, don’t you think?) And I love the symmetry of the window and the door, facing each other and providing a gorgeous sense of balance. They just draw your eye right in, don’t they?
I deliberately blurred the edges of the photo in Instagram to put the definition on the little balcony—I just imagine someone coming out with a cup of morning coffee, to see the rain-filled skies. Hopefully they come out after my camera and I are well down the street!
Happy Friday!
