"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment." - Carl Sandburg, Good Morning AmericaI was walking down Abbot Kinney Boulevard in Venice and here was this door. Between two storefront bungalows, a vermillion-colored door, flanked by neatly trimmed shrubs, overhung by blossoming vines and a lemon tree in full fruit.
The New Year beckons. What's beyond? We could find anything behind that door. All we have to do is open it. Do we dare? Of course we do.
Open the door.
Besides the red, which I love, I like how the slats are out of square. Intentional? Or due to a-few-too-many door filings? Whichever, it sure is inviting.
ReplyDeleteFabulous picture, G!! Stunning really. And I loved your idea of us opening the door. What DOES lie behind the door? It will be fun to see.
ReplyDeleteDon't you just love finding these unexpected wonderful spots?
ReplyDeleteYes, I am always ready to open the door. We will make our happiness, and share it with all.
I loved your post today, and spent some time catching up on the ones I have been missing while life has invaded here! I love reading your blog, and that photo of the bridge grabs me whenever I open your page!
ReplyDeleteYou don't know how badly I want to open that door right now. It's strange, this place I'm inhabiting right now. This door is timely. (And thank you for your continued interest and support. It takes me a long, long way!)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and positive thought for today as we look ahead to a New Year. Love it. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteIf I'm not mistaken, a red door is supposed to bring good luck to a home.
ReplyDeleteI hope so. I have one.
Happy New Year Kiddo!