This is a difficult week for doors, for me. I was in Boston for a couple of days and returned to a schedule that wasn’t going to allow much time for writing. Despite how badly I failed at teeing up my One-Liner Wednesday post, you know the one that briefly burst into your browser on Tuesday, I had to give the scheduling thing another shot. Hopefully, you’re reading this on Thursday morning, and I was able to add a link to this post in Norm’s comment section.
Norm, by the way, is Norm Frampton. He runs this fun little blogfest and brings together doortographers from around the world to share the part of the building we like best – the door. Actually, sometimes we like the windows best, and sometimes the fire escapes, but there’s always a door. Unless there isn’t. Last week, Norm featured a lot of “there used to be a door there” photos from Pompeii.
Today, as the title suggests, I’m featuring doors my friends and family have provided. The doors are from New York, and Connecticut. Thanks so much to an old friend from Toastmasters (who never met a pun he didn’t like and who probably wants to remain anonymous), Brad Lewis, who might appreciate a bit of promotion – hint, if you’re a history buff and Audible “reader” check out the new release of Celebrity Gangster on Audible. I have the paper version of this book, and it’s a wonderful read. Thanks also to our daughter, Faith, who collected a couple doors for me on her recent hiking adventures.
Let’s move into the gallery, where unless the links I was given had some history attached, most of the captions are “this is a door” and “here’s another door” and like that.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you all have a great weekend.