It does not really look like the doors lead to a proper park space, it’s probably just enough to let passengers off a boat into the house. Or palace as it were. This Venetian palace probably looked better in its day; now it had the air of genteel decay.
.. to make this time of year complete. It’s really one out of many things that build up the season, but it would be ever so empty not to have Otto make his runs under the Christmas tree.
… in a tiny canal
… resulting in chaos, but I like it anyway.
Transmogrify. Not really part of my day to day vocab. Perhaps it’s part of what we do at times? Take a wall, a pot plant, a projector, some colored gel, a spoon and a piece of clear plastic. Then change this reality into something new.
A door not only for Thursday doors, but also to a view to die for. The parkspace at the front is not half bad either.
At least that would likely have been what the neolithic people believed as this grave was prepared for an important person. It seems like humans in their quest to be remembered spend vast resources to manifest their magnificence for posterity. All in vain; who knows anything about the chief buried here?
Perhaps a consequence of above?