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I was traveling through Maryland one cold, snowy day on my way back from New York. Always one to take the backroads, I stumbled upon this beautiful door while sitting at a stop light. It was all alone, no other doors or windows on that side of the building. When I saw this door, I knew it had a story to tell, so I captured it.
This door whispers to me of mysterious men, with hats pulled low, clandestine meetings of revolutionaries, and midwives called out into a blustery snow to bring new life into the world. What does this door say to you?
This is my entry for this weeks #ThursdayDoors over at Norm2.0
I like your imaginative take on the door. Great photo.
Thank you.
This door says to me, ” Take me home, repurpose me, paint me, I am a strong door that needs a new home.” I would take it home too, but I al far far away and I don’t think the people who own the door would like it.
That was fun, Thank you
I bet they may actually miss their door 🙂
Oh, this door speaks to me. It may need a fair amount of DIY right now, but at some point in history it was a beauty. It has great bones. And, somewhere along the line I bet some side lights with attitude were taken down for those little bitty ones. Someone needs to give it some tender loving care and bring it back to life. 🙂
It would be beautiful restored. You can see the potential there.
Another entrance to “Narnia”
Perhaps an escape from “The Matrix”