Please shut the door....please open the door
Toc, toc, toc…I like this little door very much and its knocker. This is my friend Carlos' house door, in the village. Monchéri and I occasionally knock at his door on Sundays evenings to play music together, in a very amateurish way. Can you imagine listening to blues music through this door ?
I always pass by this graffiti painted door, also in my village and I like it because we don’t know what lies behind.
Green door in a village nearby
Typical Spanish blue door with shutters outside my friend’s Gym old restored barn
Let there be light…I love this forged iron door inside Gym’s barn.
The magnificence of the
Follow the path to the light in the gardens of the Generalife palace in the
Don’t stand in the shade…come to the light. I sometimes wonder what a toreador feels like when he enters the arena. Is it fear, is it excitement. (this is one of my little theater scenes made of paper)
Comments
Paz
Thank you for your kind comment on my blog, I will be back to visit you too! :-)
So happy to find you here in Lala land! Your doors, each one a beauty in it's own rite!
Mystery door number two is curious. I would love to meet the person that created it!
I wish you well.
Have a wonderfully creative day.
Constance
I would love to listen to you play blues music behind that door even in an "amateurish" way. I am in an "amateur" band as well. We call ourselves the Hip Replacements. My friend had her hip replaced a few years ago...and we thought it would be cute.
My favorite is the graffiti painted door.
Nice to visit.
You area is definitely on my list of places I must see.
The doors in your village are incredibly beautiful - the colors, the styles - stunning!
I also enjoyed your photos of Paris - delicious foods!
Thank you for visiting my blog and for your kind comments.
I have added your blog to my Bloglines list. I look forward to visiting again very soon.
Warmly,
Susan
I love the first one, and would love to hear the blues one Sunday.