I really like gates like this one. Not only is the metal work beautiful, it gives you a bit of a sense of both history and of mystery. This gate lets you see through, but still is a boundary, keeping out those who don't belong.
I stand alone at the Gates of Dusk,
A fire blazing in the sky.
The trees are shadows, the clouds they glow,
The water reflects the light.
A sun half down but still half up,
Dying but still alive.
A time of change, a liminal time,
~ Bethany Lorekeeper Davis, At the Gates of Dusk
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