I don’t know why this feed door caught my eye. Maybe it was the contrast between the red door and the white wall — Why did they bother painting the door red? Does the color mean anything or serve any purpose? Seems unlikely. Maybe I was drawn to the traces of use in the worn and chipped paint — How many times has somebody grabbed the handle and opened the door? Why is there a large hole in the bottom?
I can’t say why I liked this scene. But I did, and that’s reason enough to take a picture. Not every photograph has to mean something profound or has to tell a story.