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