(no subject)

[steffan]

Near my house there is a door in an alley that looks like it leads to Narnia. It's framed by lovely violet flowers and ivy, and has a nice keystone detail in the brick arch. It seems so out of place amid dumpsters and garages, that it has to go *somewhere.* But since it is in Denver, I always assume that while it goes to Narnia, it's a Narnian version of Denver, where the centaurs and fauns are waiting for the coals to heat up while talking about the Broncos and how much better talking bison is for you than beef, and 'was that the last fae pale ale?'

I've tried to take a cell phone picture a few times, but it always lacked that sense of fantasy. This morning I took one of the polaroids over, since polaroids are at least 50% magical realism anyhow. ¹ I mean half the time, they don't come out at all, and the other half of the time they look like they were taken by Isabel Allende.

However, the polaroid did the trick. There's definitely that sense of a trans-dimensional portal in disguise going on in this picture.

---

¹Think about it, fairies, bigfoot, UFOs, blurred risque snaps of teenage fantasies, all on polaroids. Back in the day if you had something dodgy and unprovable to record, a polaroid was the weapon of choice. Plus its plastic construction, cheap plastic or poorly ground glass lenses, and self-digesting developing process leads to all kinds of photographic relics that just *might* be a vampire in the doorway behind Uncle Joe.