He can offer no excuse, but almost as often as his gaze is attracted by a pair of long (female) legs, Ralph finds that his attention has been drawn toward a battered old door, from which most of the ancient paint or varnish has faded or peeled, whose timbers are rotting at their extremities, and which has been drilled repeatedly for a series of keyholes and padlock hasps, the keys to which have probably been lost in antiquity. Or he'll be fascinated by a similarly decrepid window, perhaps with its shutters awry or its glass long-broken. And even more strangely, he'll study doorways and window apertures that have been blocked, sometimes centuries ago. He claims to be pondering the events, minor or major, that these portals into anonymous lives have witnessed, the individuals who passed through them or who observed life from them, yesterday and in the long-forgotten past. And then he photographs them...

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