I regularly photographed these old doors on a 19th century yellow building only a block from my apartment in Cuenca. I was fascinated by how they evoked the past yet served the present. They made a perfect background for street photography, because they provided a rhythmic backdrop for pedestrians as they moved past them. I was fortunate to catch this particular man walking past them, obviously preoccupied at the moment. He seems to be holding his head with one hand as he walks, as if he was trying to think, or in despair. In any event, he never notices the array of doors that speak of the city he lives in.