I took these pretty door photos in India in June, and I’ve been meaning to find a use for them.
So, of doors and what to do with them…
I cut a hole in one in January so the cats could use the litter box in the garage. The one with a brain injury figured out what to do with it. The passive aggressive one prefers my daughter’s bathtub.
I finally started locking my car door last winter after a homeless man broke into it the week before Christmas. He took a few granola bars and left his crack pipe.
I rarely close my office door.
I temporarily repaired the door to my garden by beating a nail back in with the broken weed eater. Then I fixed the weed eater.
If I don’t latch it, the door to my screened porch bangs loudly during storms. I like that.
What happens behind closed doors…
When one door closes…
The girl next door…
As a teenager, I slammed a lot of doors when I fought with my mom.
Buildings in India have doormen and elevator men.
I greet people at doors. I want to be greeted there, too. Sometimes the music is too loud and I don’t hear the knock.
Can you imagine a door made of solid silver? One of the photos below shows a door made of solid silver.
Alice was one nervy girl to walk through that tiny door. I yearn to walk through doors tiny and mammoth.
I have friends who, if they were cops, would kick down doors. I have others who would opt for pebbles thrown at a second-floor window.
The passive aggressive cat stands outside my daughter’s door and meows until she opens it. Actually, the other one does the same.
Doors are for all manner of curious creatures.