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I simply love old doors. I can’t describe my fascination with them, but I am obsessed. On any given Sunday vacation, you’ll find me taking pictures of them…
And I’m pretty sure my obsession is going to be the focal point of my stairway gallery wall — if I ever get around to doing it. I’ll probably steal a few from the web (shh) that I find to my liking, but I know I’ll favor the ones I took myself. You know – for that sentimental feel.Okay, so I’m also cheap, and using my own photos is F-R-E-E in addition to being a wonderful reminder of where I’ve traveled.
I guess this thought came up again partly from the recent run-in (literally) with my broken front door. Wait — a broken, beat up old door has me thinking about other beat up old doors? Maybe. I realize it’s a stretch. Regardless of the reason, I know that a few of these will be gracing the hallway staircase someday.
Well, perhaps soonish. I’ve still got wall patching to complete in the primary bath.
For more of my photos (all with a small but mighty Canon PowerShot SD1200-IS, and mostly unedited) — take a look at my Pivo and Prost 2010 gallery (Prague, Munich Bamberg trip) and my New Orleans 2011 albums.