I love this.
Perhaps a bit of a tickle to T.S. Eliot's black and white Catholic moralism. or the shadows that haunted him. or the shadow between the motion and the act.
What more could you want from a photo? the hero just arrived on his steed. the door waiting. the approach to the door, going from one world to another. and the one I love on a personal level, plenty of places to sit.
I'm hanging this in my fantasy gallery
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