Posting only one photograph from the dozens of gate images that I’ve taken since the beginning of August is a challenge. There is an abundance of unique, rustic, imposing, delightful, intriguing, homely gates in the area. Gates and doorways have always fascinated me, perhaps for the mystery of what lies beyond, perhaps for the sense of security they present, or perhaps even for the symbolism of opening a door to new adventures in life.
These two photographs were taken on a narrow, winding road in Jaramillo, in the highlands above our tiny town. I have always admired the first gate with “Hacienda Esplendorosa” boldly forged in metal. It seems to intimate that something sublime exists behind that closed gate, beyond the short tunnel of towering pine trees that line the drive on either side. It peeks my curiosity to explore further than what is visible to passersby. I want to know what Splendorous Estate is hidden from view.
The gate with “Cuesta Verde” painted on a plaque and fastened to the wrought iron bars, appears to lead nowhere, an entrance to what looks like an abandoned property with no visible structure of any kind. There are many similar gates here that discourage anyone from entering and yet encourage inquisitiveness. In most instances, I presume my curiosity will never be allayed.