Walking around the streets in spring, I find myself noticing new things. Like the gates.
Some gates are inviting; you just want to go inside and be welcomed,
while others are clearly designed to keep you out.
Some gates are disguised as sections of a fancy fence, yet they are open and let you see through.
Here’s another that gives nothing away.
Some are very formal.
Most want no junk mail in their letter boxes, but beside this gate the slots are open to receive the Ponsonby News.
Some gates are not only fortress-like, but reflect back at you, throwing you off.
But others say, ‘come on in and join in the party.’
What kind of gate do you have? Are visitors welcome?