“Windows open out onto the universe around you, but doors will take you to where your imagination lies.”
― Anthony T. Hincks
I have always been fascinated with doors, both literal and metaphorical. What lies behind them? Always I have found in my life when one door closes another one will open- often leading to a much better place.
All photos shot in 2013 along the Camino de Santiago with the exception of the yellow door which was shot in Ireland in 2017.
I enjoy putting my own take on the photo theme & not taking the prompt in the immediate literal sense. This photo is about scale but in the realm of comparisons of near and far. As I walked the Camino de Santiago with a friend in 2013, we came upon these signs sometime after Pamplona. We were most concerned with Santiago, 220 km away but still way closer than Jerusalem at 5000 km!
For centuries Catholic pilgrims from all over Europe & beyond set out to walk often hundreds of miles to the shrine of the apostle, St. James whose remains were said to rest in the Cathedral de Santiago de Compostela in Santiago, in northwestern Spain. Though many routes crisscrossed Europe, the most well-traveled route stretches 500 miles from St. Jean Pied de Port in France over the Pyrenees through Basque country and then onto Galicia.
The scallop shell, often found on the shores in Galicia, has long been the symbol of the Camino de Santiago. Pilgrims wear them on their packs & they are on all the way markers for the trail.
In modern times the trail has been popular with hikers and bikers all over the world for a variety of reasons, Some travel just for recreation, others during a transitional time in their lives & many for spiritual reasons. It is still popular today among Catholics. In 1987 it became a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Along the way, pilgrims stay in “albergues,” similar to youth hostels. At each albergue you get your pilgrim passport stamped.
In 2013 I walked 250 miles of the Camino with my long time friend, Deb,marking my 60th birthday. We skipped the middle part since we only had 2 1/2 weeks. It was a pivotal experience in my life. We started in France with many other pilgrims beginning the long trek from the charming medieval village of St. Jean de Port crossing the Pyrenees the next day.
Some of the many memorials along the way. Deb is leaving a special stone in the Pyrenees in memory of her father.
Scenes along the Camino….
Along the trail
A communal meal in an albergue.
Finding our way.
The official finish- the cathedral in Santiago
My official finish- Museo by the Sea (in new shoes)
The End of the Journey- for most, the Cathedral de Santiago, for me – Museo by the Sea (in new shoes.) Heritage