The first time I went to Paris I was enamored with the doors.  It was around the time I rekindled my relationship with photography.  Over the years I began to photograph wrought iron in store fronts, occasionally in windows, and frosted or cubed glass.  This past summer all of those interests merged and I began to see Parisienne doors and windows in a new way, through the story and ornateness of the door, glass and paint.  

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