The red doorsThese are my favorite doors from this weekend. This old building served many people in many ways. The past few years it was a church. A small church. The doors have seen a lot of things pass through it's threshhold. I love the red and the way they sag from all the memories.
Wow, those doors are wonderfully aged. Such a great find!
ReplyDeletethis is a wonderful photo! Do you sell your photographs?
ReplyDeletewonderful.....sad....I love your pictures!
ReplyDeleteThese doors are beautiful and I love your description of them too. penny
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful image. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI love your photography Elizabeth - and how described the old door, and your other post about self-acceptance. How come we love that the door sags, and yet we often criticize our own sags :0) Nice to visit you!
ReplyDeleteThis lovely photo brought to mind a poem I wrote about a little deserted roadside chapel. Here it is in part:
ReplyDeleteI feel God all about me
As I stand beside the door
And listen to the echoes
Of those who’ve passed before
One day I’ll be like them
When this life has passed me by
And my voice be but an echo
To some dreamer such as I.
May I live my life with honor
In my short time here on earth
And touch the lives of others
With love, and joy and mirth.
May there always be a moment
As day follows busy day
For echoes like the chapel’s
And what it has to say.
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Thank you for jogging my memory, Elizabeth!
This picture is really good. I do love red doors. I painted our front door a deep red, and it says come on in!!! Hugs, Mary
ReplyDeleteLove these doors...the "sag" is really something...
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