Doors

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The first time I had the opportunity to go to Europe, I brought back lots of pictures. Everyone agreed that every other picture was great. No one liked the pictures of my finger, which is a bit of a camera hog (plus it never smiles). But what they objected to were all of the pictures of doors. “You went to Europe, and you took pictures of doors!”

 

I happen to like doors. So much hinges on them: they let us in from the cold and welcome us home, they hide our secrets, they keep us out and force us to find another way.  In honor of 2012, the new door into our future, here are a few of those photos and what they taught me.

 

Sometimes you have to knock. It can be intimidating.

 

 

Sometimes a small path leads to a big door.

 

 

 

Sometimes the door will already be open. Go in.

 

 

 

Sometimes you have to go further in, to search for the right door.

 

 

 

Sometimes the most beautiful door is barred. It often holds dead men’s bones. You will find a better door.

 

 

 

Sometimes the door that looks the least promising leads you home.

 

 

 

Sometimes the best door is the one that leads you out.

 

 

 

Sometimes the door is so narrow, only the soul can squeeze through.

 

 

Sometimes you have to choose. One door leads to another, so you will probably never go back to the other one. It’s okay.

 

 

 

Sometimes the smaller door will get you to the same place as the bigger one.

 

 

Sometimes inside and outside the door are equally pleasant. Enjoy your wait.

 

 

May you find a welcome mat at door 2012.

45 thoughts on “Doors

    • Thank you. The narrow one is the little door to a tomb in the Le Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. I took lots of graveyard pictures because they so many of the tombs had beautiful doors.

    • Okay, so all the door people need to come out of the closet. My door-dar went off when I saw your pictures, but I didn’t want to presume. We need to do door-a-thons and raise money so we can go to Europe! I didn’t put it in the blog but the picture of the tomb at Le Pere Lachaise cemetery is where Jim Morrison is buried, famous as the leader of…drum roll, please…The Doors. I think that means something but I don’t have time to figure it out. Would you mind? Maybe you could do an anagram of Le Pere Lachaise. 🙂

  1. Me? I adore them too! And I love the way you found the story in each one here. So right. It’s clear your door to 2012 is leading to great and edifying things, and inevitably, lots of laughter along the way. Couldn’t be better!
    Kathryn

  2. I cannot believe that anyone would not love these photos of doors. I love them! They are fantastic. I saw so many interesting doors in Europe as well. Ireland’s colorful ones, Italy’s massive ones, England’s grand ones. I was not smart enough to take photos….I was foolish and took many too many photos of all of us. Just a few would have been enough. Take more door photos!

  3. I like doors too… and windows. I’ve collected quite a few over the time, and enjoyed looking at the ones you liked. Going through them can be a lot of fun too. Sometimes, going through the less impressive doors are the most powerful experiences… but that’s another story, well worth the telling…

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