This is a photo of me in Florence last month. I was stunned by the enormous size of this door. I started to take the photo, but quickly realized the massive size couldn’t be appreciated without something to give it scale.
My sister refused to pose. I wasn’t sure if the pigeon on right was enough.
A photograph can never truly capture the fullness of a moment. It only opens the door to a memory. I remember at this moment how humbled I was by both the monumental size and permanence of the structure.
This door outsizes me both in physical presence and longevity, leaving me with lingering thoughts about what sort of legacy of me that might endure.